There are more than a few of you reading these words, I’m sure, of the few of you here reading these words, thinking, What the fuck is this site even? Old men ranting old men things. Old people reminiscing. Erratic politic opining. Continue reading
We’re sitting, cooped up inside Elsie’s newish apartment, part of a larger assisted-living complex she moved to after parting with the old family home and cottage over the course of the last year or so.
“Not the best time to be unloading real estate, Barnaby,” she told me throughout the process, twisting and difficult at various points, “but absolutely necessary. For my state of mind.” Continue reading
On Tuesday here in Toronto it was the heat, the unbearable hellacious inferno heat. Unrelenting in its hold on you. Stultifying to the degree that it wasn’t comfortable sitting outside even after the sun went down. You want to stroll out for some ice cream? In this weather?! kind of heat. Continue reading