Hamilton Spectator

2020 November

If women ruled the world

2020-11-22T09:42:09-05:00November 22nd, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , , , |0 Comments

You have to wonder what life would be like if women ruled the world. Or at least America. Consider the planet and all of its shades. Would it be a kinder, gentler place? One with more peace? A world with easier, more gracious, transitions of power? You have to wonder, too, how little Ruby Bridges felt on that November

2020 October

America votes. Again. What would Lincoln say?

2020-11-01T12:28:07-05:00October 31st, 2020|Categories: Hamilton Spectator, Newspaper columns|Tags: , , |16 Comments

Of course, the party would not be complete without Abraham Lincoln. And it’s a good day to ask America’s 16th president what he thinks of it all, Tuesday’s big vote. As I write, on a window sill behind my desk sits a bust of Lincoln, otherwise known as Honest Abe.

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

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