Author: Michael Murray

Normal 0 0 1 177 1011 8 2 1241 11.512 0 0 0 Ottawa Super-fan Elizabeth Tevlin writes in to ask: Dear Michael, I have a question for you, as a TV reviewer. I know these are oldish news but still. Lisa Raitt( Conservative Member of Parliament) calls medical isotopes a “sexy” problem and doubts…

At five minutes to twelve he comes up from the kitchen dressed in his now stained whites. The tattoos, which form sleeves on his forearms are still works in progress, waiting to be inked. From behind the bar he stares out hatefully at all the customers, trying to figure out who the dicks were that…

On Friday, Rachelle and I went over to Center Island to have dinner with her aunt and uncle. As we sat by their slip, a large powerboat pulled up next to us. Music that sounded like a typical FM rock station, blasted from the deck. Men, who were getting older then they would have cared…

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…