The Last Chapter

"Nothing in his (political) life became him like the leaving of it"

                                                                                                                         William ShakespeareMacbeth, 1.4 (revised)

 

 

As nightmares go, this one was more terrifying than usual. The old hag crept stealthily into my bedroom and without even waking…

Brimstone Head

Warning: You are nearing the edge of the flat earth. One false step could be your last.

                                                                                                    ... Sign at Fogo Island, NL

 

 

 

Around 2 am, as I surfed late-night AM Stations, a program on radio New Zealand piqued my

Salmon Pourri with Turnip and Cabbage

The time has come,' the walrus said,

To talk of many things:

Of shoes--and ships--and sealing wax--

Of cabbages and kings--

And why the sea is boiling hot--

And whether pigs have wings.'

A few weeks back, a CBC interview

Friday, the Thirteenth

 

What this country needs is more unemployed politicians....Angela Davis

 

 

 

Lake Melville MHA and Minister of Municipal Affairs and the Environment, Perry Trimper, had barely settled into his plush office at Confederation Building in St. John's, NL, when his mouth betrayed

The Sound of Silence

 

"Hello darkness, my old friend," sang Paul Simon, "I've come to talk to you again." At the end of June, Spouse and I sat enjoying some late-night sixties music, compliments of Googie. The tune combined with Raspberry Screech and Fifty

The Brave New World

I do not fear computers. I fear the lack of them.  --Isaac Azimov

The sultry spring spirits have once again lingered in southern climes, cavorting on the silvern strands of Cuba rather than on icy Middle Cove Beach while spouse

Gale False Winds

Political language...is designed to make lies sound truthful and murder respectable, and to give the appearance of solidity to pure wind.  (George Orwell)

At ten, on April Fools morning, it was eerily calm, too calm. We should have grown alarmed

Phobias

I get the willies when I see closed doors

                                                ...Joseph Heller

 

 

 

Oftentimes, after spouse has embarked on her journey through the Land of Nod, I stay awake into the wee hours, listening to soothing music, propaganda, and tales of

To Pee or not to Pee

 

 

 Truth and politics are on rather bad terms

                                                                      ...Hannah Arendt

 

 

 

 

 

When we went to bed at midnight on Sunday, the winter hurricane had not yet vented its fury on the city even though the weather channel had predicted in its

Longing for Leviticus

...Do not lie...do not deceive...do not seek revenge...(Leviticus 19)

"I can hardly breathe," said spouse. "There's nothing but rain, drizzle, and fog every day."

She has been down in the dumps lately.

"It happens every year when the House

The Great Pumpkin

 

Wednesday, October 17, 2018: 9 AM

Spouse and I sat around our old chrome table in the morning, sipping on a second-hand Tim's, munching our stoner pumpkin bread, and sharing our dreams from the night before.

"It's that time of

Harvest Moon

I called upstairs at 7 am yesterday morning to awaken spouse. "Get up," I said, "Fred Hutton is interviewing He-Who-Is-Without-Sin on The Morning Show. He's interviewing Danny...Danny Williams. Danny is telling us we should all be proud of Muskrat Falls."