I certainly wasn’t born a fighter. I have notched up nearly a half-century of conflict avoidance, and counting. However, in my formative years I did have several brushes with the masculine art of fisticuffs. My first pseudo-fight was with a bullying kid. I had complained to my dad that the kid wouldn’t leave me alone….
My dad is not a violent man, but he did care a lot about my well-being and growing into an upstanding member of society. A child needs lessons about how actions have consequences! You must understand that the years of my childhood were only just removed from the “strap at school” years. One day I…
My friend Ted is wise beyond his years, even though he is in his eighties. When one of his relations was talking about the bad path her son was on, she told Ted “He is in with a bad crowd.” Ted replied “No, he IS a bad crowd.” Touche, Ted. Who we choose to hang…
Many years ago, when I was just out of university, I found myself back in the big city of Vancouver to jump through some supplemental educational hoops. On the plus side, Valerie was able to join me and we took the opportunity to see the sights. As we walked along the downtown street, we passed…