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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Not to bum you out, but before in a minute we flip the calendar back to John F. Kennedy, let’s recognize September as a month of particular sadness. The deaths of public figures like Ken Dryden and Robert Redford and certainly Charlie Kirk remind us of our mortality, how in a
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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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“Forgive and forget” is how the old expression goes, but the sorry truth is that it doesn’t work. It’s better to forgive and remember, then forgive again. We’re not made, or meant, to forget. Not that anyone said forgiveness is easy. That’s why the word “give” is embedded in “forgive.” Forgiving is hard, even as remembering can be hard.
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Why can’t women grow beards? They’re so remarkable. Men, really, have no idea how fortunate they are. My wife tells me this all the time. “Babe,” she says, pretty well every time she sees me, “You know how passionately I love beards and that rugged mountain-man look. Would you, for me, grow a Rip Van Winkle beard that’s long enough to trip over?
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