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On Wednesday evening, our Anger Management Training teacher, Svetlana, took the class on a field trip. We were to go to a Kettlebell class that was taught by Svetlana’s cousin, Takei, who was apparently a big shot put deal back in the Soviet Union. I wasn’t really looking forward to it, but after the mace…

I’ve started to become fascinated by Smith Falls. It’s one of the towns that the train always stops at as it journeys between Toronto and Ottawa. As such, I’ve probably passed through it around 100 times, and almost feel proprietary, like I know the place. Every month or so, I move pass the back doors,…

Earlier in the day I took my little Daschund out for a walk. As we were returning home, a young man stood across the street from the renascent house on Madison. He looked a little bit suspicious, like he had just planted a bomb and was curious to see it blow-up. Heidi took one look…

After missing almost the entire spring season of Jesus Cobra athletic competition due to an excruciating hernia, I was really looking forward to leading my teammates to victory the summer. It was clear that without my stern yet fair coaching, and my gritty-take-no-prisoners style of play on the field, the Cobras just sort of fell…

On Sunday, Rachelle and I drove back to Toronto from Ottawa. On the way we stopped at one of those service centers just before Gananoque. Whenever I see one of these places, which usually include a gas station and four fast food joints, I always think of a mother ship. They look a little bit…

On Saturday, while Rachelle and I were driving through Ottawa, we passed by an old friend of mine who was waiting on the corner to cross the street. He had an open, happy expression on his face, and when he began to cross the street, his gait, as always, was sturdy and confident, as if…

On Friday afternoon, Rachelle and I went to the Rideau Center to do some shopping. As I was sitting outside of Fancy Sox taking a break,  Randy Reid happened along. Randy and I, as some of you might know, went to the same high school together. It was here where Randy staggered about, breathing through…

Ever since Michael Jackson died, I’ve been wearing one glove as a tribute to the man and his music. It’s a subtle and appropriate thing to do, I think, a gentle reminder of the beauty that he left in this world. As I’m presently in Ottawa visiting my parents, I was wandering around the old…

Overhead fans are rotating at different speeds and a 65 year-old man, looking for friends, wanders from bar stool to stool. He’s holding a pint of beer and telling jokes that he memorized 40 years earlier. He puts a song on the jukebox and goes over a couple sitting at the bar. They’re both in…