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Looking Back

Posted at 2:52 pm

In one sense, I understand what Canadian radio host and writer Buzz Bishop was trying to say when he admitted this week in his Internet blog that his oldest son is his favorite child. With all due respect to my seven older brothers and sisters, I was Mom’s favorite. We all know that, right? How […]

Posted at 9:20 am

It isn’t that Sam is unsociable.  It’s just that he’s . . . well . . . you know . . . an engineer. Not the kind that drive trains.  Those guys are social animals (who wouldn’t want to party with a guy who has one of those awesome train whistles to blow?).  Sam is […]

Posted at 9:54 pm

To this day, I don’t remember what the argument was about. I just remember that it was a good one. Or a bad one, depending on your perspective. What I do remember is that I was standing at the front door of the condo in which I lived with my parents. I was the youngest […]


Courtesy wasn’t really optional in my childhood home. I grew up with two sisters just older than me. If I wasn’t courteous to them, they would slug me. Yes, I saw the irony (even though in those days I thought “irony” was a shirt that needed a lot of pressing). And no, I didn’t say […]