It’s the phone and it’s your friend, Hamiltonian Rick Bradford, from the other side of the world. You talk about it all, what’s happening in Nigeria. The kidnappings. The fear. The corruption. Rick, a former Stelco worker of 30 years and lay leader at Philpott Memorial
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Thinking today about kings and politics, let’s turn to John F. Kennedy along with Mr. Ashley, who taught me high school history. It’s JFK today because November 22 is the day he was assassinated. That was 1963, but the American was one of those people who spoke deeper into time
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If you ever find yourself on the other side of the American border without knowing exactly what to do about this, my advice is to get to Cooperstown, in Upstate New York, the birthplace of baseball and where you can hang around with baseball ghosts. Hockey, of course, has its ghosts skating around, like in Nova
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I recently sat in a coffee shop across from a man I’ll call Adam. Adam, as in the beginning when that voice, that song, said let there be something beautiful and grand like light and earth and then Adam, that name meaning “Of the earth.” Then let there be Smith and al-Masri and
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Thanksgiving is a good time to be reminded that some of our coolest connections can be with random people. I had one recently during an unplanned walk at Princess Point. That’s where I met Michael. I’d stopped to sit in one of those red Muskoka chairs placed by
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Today’s offering is about jumping boy. He’s the skinny, red-blooded, fun-loving young man I saw while recently taking an otherwise aimless summer stroll along the pier in Port Dover. I happened to pass this boy, a stranger, at just the right moment to discreetly snap an unlikely
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As far as the police go, I want it known this Labour Day that I’m all for them. And not just because I’m afraid that they’ll put me in cuffs someday for taking the wrong photo at the wrong time. Me: “I’m just doing my job.” Officer: “Me too.”
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I’m out for some fresh air, in Niagara, eating breakfast in a historic house with creaky floors and vintage cameras older than I am. Beside me are Raymond and Dorothy. I learn that they’ve travelled from Maine to explore Quebec and Ottawa before arriving in Niagara Region. Raymond’s hat has a maple leaf.
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