I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles

Oh, don’t pay no never mind to me. I’m just a stalk of wheat left over after the fall cutting. Standing all alone, swaying in the wind, with all my friends dried up and blown away. And here I am sitting with my beer in front of me, in my favourite pub, The Lazy Poughman. I’m just me by myself. Me and my beer. Sort of lonely like. Of a late October, Friday afternoon. Don’ think we’ve met before.... read more

Professor at Risk, Chapter 4

Please read first 3 Chapters or this one won’t make much sense. It was about two weeks after THE EVENT. Taverna’s place in the classroom was comfortable once again, not only to her but to her professor and the rest of the class. The internet buzz, never very specific, had died down. It was the end of the day and she was going to the home she shared with her mother, Sophia. She walked in the door to... read more

Professor at Risk, Chapter 3

Please read Chapters 1&2 first, or this one won’t make much sense. Thanks to those readers who offered advice. Two of you said, “You got them into this mess; you straighten it out!” All of you wanted Charlie to discuss it with Samantha, but only a few of you extended that to the Dean. There wasn’t much sympathy for Charlie’s naivety, and some concern whether or not Taverna was a conniving... read more

Professor at Risk, Chapter 2

Please read Chapter 1 first, or this one won’t make much sense. Charlie had the week-end days to mull over his problem. He also had the nights because this one didn’t allow for much sleep. When he finally heard the alarm ring on Monday morning, he really hadn’t progressed very much. But the start-of-Monday-class deadline could not be delayed. He had to be there. He reluctantly decided he would just... read more

Professor at Risk, Chapter 1

Charlie Beckenheimer had won the best professor award two years in a row at Stappleton U. The voters were the students and they voted on which teacher they thought had had the most influence on their growth. At least that was in theory but in actual fact it was simply a popularity contest. The university authorities hoped that there was some correlation between the two measurements, but it really didn’t... read more

Three Wise Men Come to Toronto

It was quite a cavalcade. A Rolls Royce limousine, with three prominent flags flying from the fenders, followed by a veritable retinue of cars and trucks obviously carrying baggage and servants. If you looked closely (and most bystanders were) you could see that three regal visitors were in the lead car. You might not determine this on your own so I’ll tell you: The three dignitaries were named Melchior,... read more

The Vatican

Today I take you on a visit to the Vatican. It seems appropriate at Advent. The following is an edited excerpt from my wife Ann’s and my travelooklet entitled “Italy is Theatre,” created during our trip there in the spring of 1996. (As a matter of interest Ann was a Roman Catholic and I am a Presbyterian, so you will get a dual concept of the Vatican.) The Vatican! This is the world’s smallest... read more


“Hi, Queenie. Long time no smell!” “Oh, that’s rather clever, Rupert.” “Sniff, sniff… Do I detect??? Sniff, sniff… Do I detect… Royal York Hotel?” “No way. You wouldn’t catch me near the place.” “Come on, Queenie. That’s not just ANY place I’m detecting. This is something special. Royal York, or the King Eddie, or one of those new ones with the fancy names. Continental? Soho... read more

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