Yearly Archives: 2020

2020 October

A letter to Thomas Edison

2020-10-18T09:30:52-04:00October 17th, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

So, Mr. Edison, (can I call you Thomas?), it was at the Westdale Theatre, and I was washing my hands, and this gentleman in the men’s room declared, “That’s the worst movie I’ve ever seen.” I actually thought it was a good show. Character driven. A bit dark, yes, but don’t we all, from the

2020 September

Running for Rachael

2020-09-27T00:38:28-04:00September 26th, 2020|Categories: Newspaper columns|10 Comments

My friend Sid is a runner. Not that kind of runner, although he’s that kind of runner too. He’s run a half dozen marathons. So it’s not surprising that we’re talking about running, even as we’re talking of other things. Healing. Faith. Death. The face of mental illness. We’re in a graveyard at an ordinary

2020 September

Finding Grace (and grace) in our lives

2020-09-06T07:52:15-04:00September 5th, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |8 Comments

Grace, the Sheepadoodle, is a small dog with big feet who’s happiest when she’s running full-throttle, wild and wide-eyed, tripping over herself down some hill. She’s a dog who knows that life, even in dog years, is so short that there’s no time to waste, even if there’s no place to go

2020 August

I got a hole-in-one! (Or did I?)

2020-08-29T12:45:23-04:00August 1st, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |8 Comments

It was the first stroke on the first hole of the day, a chintzy Par 3 just under 100 yards, with a 7-iron. This is how I recently got a hole-in-one. It’s why I ran round and round, arms raised – hat, sunglasses and club thrown high – celebrating with everybody and nobody in particular.

2020 July

Freedom is a frame of mind

2020-07-18T14:36:00-04:00July 11th, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |8 Comments

You can tell some kids just about anything, so if you’re bored this summer tell them that people couldn’t see colour until the 1960s. Before this, everything in the world looked black-and-white. I once told this to my own kids, which is probably one reason why their mother never asked me