Monthly Archives: November 2022

BAD TABLE FOR ED The company production center was made up of all the trades. Each of the particular trades worked as a team. The Electricians at noon each day would break for lunch and had their own lunch room. … Continue reading →

Walking off the baseball field, my friend Patrick and I would look in the parking lot for Grandpa’s car. He provided transportation for us four times a week during little league baseball practice. So, after busting our hump for two … Continue reading →

“You’re Canadian, right?  From Canada.” “Right,” I replied.  “And right again.” My neighbour from across the street continued, “So you celebrate two Thanksgivings, right?  One at home and one here in Florida.” “Right again,” I smiled.  “On both counts.” “Well … Continue reading →

I was on vacation exploring famous locations in the historical wild west. As luck would have it, I arrived in Deadwood, South Dakota, on Wednesday, August 2, 2016. It was exactly 140 years ago to the day when James Butler … Continue reading →

I nodded to the Maitre D as I walked past him to go directly to my table. Paul bowed ever so slightly, “Good evening Mr. Harrington”. As usual, the place was packed but my table was expertly prepared by Mark. … Continue reading →

My heart seemed to be actually racing a bit as we approached the door. My wife and I put on our best for this. The maitre d, Paul, dressed in a dark navy suit with bright red pocket handkerchief smiled … Continue reading →

When investigating a mystery, you have to break a few eggs and a few rules. One of them is a thorough search of the victim’s home. Some detectives are squeamish about snooping, but it is extremely essential. Many things in … Continue reading →

People are always accusing me of snooping around. They say I stick my nose where it doesn’t belong, that I should learn to mind my business. Of course, I ignore these critics because they don’t know what they’re talking about. … Continue reading →

The loud pounding on my front door startles me, interrupting my review of some security-cam footage from the camera mounted under the eaves at the back of my house.  I’ve recently come to the conclusion that I have no choice … Continue reading →

I like school, but I’m beginning to get the impression that school doesn’t like me.I don’t fit in. I’m not popular. I’m not a brainiac. And I’m not especially talented at anything, yet. I’m still a kid just trying to … Continue reading →

On my daily work trek past the newspaper office, I saw a sign for Lonely Hearts’ personal ads. It’s called a personal ad, but to me it seemed so impersonal. You placed an anonymous ad, with no picture, for what … Continue reading →

Margaret Merriweather had no idea that the fate of the world would be in her hands when she entered the town’s little church to participate in her annual tradition as being the first to vote. There were a few more … Continue reading →

(This is the piece I have written for the Stroll Magazine. To be read or sung to the cadence or tune of Favorite Things) Arthritis, knee, hip, and shoulder replacement, Of these aging issues, do not be complacent. Hammer toes, … Continue reading →

I was hoping that the chest pain would just go away, but it didn’t. Now I must make the dreaded call to my doctor. A charming female voice announces- “You have reached Best Health Care, Inc. Listen carefully to the … Continue reading →

COULD YOU ADD THIS TO THE REQUEST Our Journey In my night table there is an old pair of baby boots which my parents gave me when I turned twenty-one. That was my first memoir. As the years passed I … Continue reading →

This is the story I’m submitting for STROLL magazine. A friend I met sixty-five years ago in high school will soon celebrate his eightieth birthday, as I will shortly afterwards.  We stood up for each other at our weddings, and … Continue reading →

For reasons not fully known to me, Mom decided I needed a parochial school education. She said the public curriculum was watered down, multifarious and polytomous. She felt it important for me to challenge my mental capacity and grow intellectually. … Continue reading →

There, I’ve finally freed myself from the clutches of advertisements. For several days I have been obsessed as the classified ad kept creeping into my mind- at the oddest times. At stop lights, while brushing my teeth and while tying … Continue reading →