Thoughts and musings from an life less noticed

Some of my earliest and fondest memories of my father relate to his teaching me to love and respect the land. It seemed as though a weekend...

My appreciation of hunting stems from a love of the natural world that surrounds me, and from an acceptance that at my most basic, I am a pa...

I don't remember how long we loitered about outside the pump-house before someone gathered enough fortitude to open the door which as if...

The old farmhouse that my childhood friend Rick lived in was haunted. At least that's what was claimed, and as this was confirmed by my...

A few years after the closing of the store I found myself living just outside of Campbellford Ontario and working in a Hazardous waste trans...

I was working as an exterminator in Toronto when my father passed away which was, needless to say a time I will never forget. That is not m...

I suppose that for younger people today, the internet must be much like the telephone is for me.            It has always been there and it...