Author: Michael Murray

Rachelle and I just moved from the east end of Toronto to the very same apartment we used to inhabit in the Annex over two years ago. It’s a funny circle, that, but both of us are happy to be back in the place we consider home. Yesterday, as I walked our dog down the…

1 These are the text messages I sent to a friend of mine on the weekend: ****************************************** It’s the most gorgeous autumn Saturday I have ever seen in my life and I am in a traffic jam on the DVP on my way to Ikea with Rachelle and her mother. We’re looking for storage solutions.…

The other day while Rachelle and I were in the midst of moving from one apartment to another, I found myself on the phone with Bell Tech Support. The conversation went on for a long time. ******************** Tech: alkdlasgapabne[[oagbafsjg[[ag//dasb ps[? Me: I’m not sure. The internet connection still isn’t working. Tech: labkijpwut—0-b-29uagslb[[p?? Me: So, what…

The text of a postcard purchased in a bundle at an Antique Market: Jim: At the rooftop bar in New York was a Russian Gansgter and his moll. She was drunk and trouble with a capital T. Big, black eyes, breasts the size of watermelons and proud, surging New Jersey hair. I leaned up against…

As some of you know, I’m in the process of obtaining my driver’s license, and yesterday marked my first lesson where I was actually behind the wheel of the car. I showed up outside of the Donlands subway station at 3:30 where I met my teacher, Alpas. He was wearing a Snuggie. I wasn’t sure…

From a postcard I bought at the St. Lawrence Antique Market: ******************************************************************* The cab was yellow, like on some album cover and it smelled like a barber shop. The driver was older, maybe sixty, and the car was like his study. Stale cigarette smoke, Old Spice cologne, coffee and the sports section. We drove in…

Today I have given the Blog over to Heidi, our Miniature Dachshund for the day. ***************************************** Heidi like to make lists. Not mean she have OCD or worms in brain, Heidi just naturally organized dog. Here list of things Heidi hate. 1. Other Dogs. Other dogs stupid, try to take Heidi’s ball. Think better than…

At Jimmy Simpson Park, my dog and I saw a solitary man practicing his footwork on the basketball court. A neighbourhood regular, he’s an unfriendly guy who always wears reflective sunglasses and gangster apparel, carrying himself with an intentional menace, perhaps to offset his short stature. With his hands out as if he was guarding…

The other night I went to a movie with a couple of friends. There were probably about ten films playing at the complex, all starting at roughly the same time, and feeling kind of whimsical I asked the cashier if she could guess what movie I was going to go and see. Unimpressed, even bored…