Before getting to Willy Loman and “Death of a Salesman,” here are salutations to anyone who personally knows the hard knocks of hard sales. During an abundantly ridiculous time when I was learning to leave home, I got a sense of it,
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In our soaking socks, just two of us were left high jumping. That’s what I remember about that track and field day at Maple Crest School. Pouring rain and drenched socks. We’d taken our shoes off to be lighter. Paul won, almost an afterthought to the memory.
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Before the hockey photo there was this other one. There’s an attractive young lady on a boat. She’s a worthwhile catch, according to my friend who’s showing me. “That’s Jean,” he said. I was intrigued. She’s leaning against a wall on this houseboat, looking into the camera with a
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BERLIN – The German capital knows winter these days. An ice storm recently canceled hundreds of flights including yours. But Tante Eva, your mother’s sister, has her warmth. You’re visiting while returning to Canada from work in East Africa. It’s good. In any season, Berlin,
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Before something on sailing, here’s a thought on surprises. Don’t underestimate the power of surprise in this world. I’m reminded with every new year because today, January 3, marks my first day in newspapers. Gorbachev was dismantling the Soviet Union and the Berlin Wall had yet to fall. I was 23 and learning up from down.
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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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In a way we’re all homeless vagabonds, it seems to me, running from one fear or another. In my case, when younger, I ran from home because of issues, and because any young man or woman, even from a fine home, needs to leave
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I know an African, a long-time family friend from Uganda, named Q. He was born in a house with a dirt floor in a closet normally storing things like suitcases. He told me while we drove to Entebbe’s airport. “Mother didn’t want to get other parts of the house dirty,” he said.
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