Bits and Pieces

Not often do I get the opportunity to crisscross the country as often as I have these past few…

The sun shone brightly through my window as I awoke the other morning. It had broken through the…

I’m not talking about sugar cane, but perhaps I should be because the cane I am talking about…

I’m not a pill pusher or a pill pusher’s son, but I’ll be visiting pill pushers…

I have always had a fascination with figures, having been taught by my older sisters how to count…

With record-breaking cold temperatures sifting across the countryside day after day and night after…

I’ll bet you dollars to doughnuts there are fewer than 10 per cent of readers, of the over…

I now believe what the weather forecasters have been nattering about when reporting the weather,…

Quast, Betty, nee Robinson. It was 20 past 12 noon on the sixth day of March. I was slumped in…

Birds, birds, and more birds – that’s what I saw this past weekend. A friend of mine…

I’ve figured it out. I have finally figured out how politicians think. They think in millions…

The last weekend in March I was at a 25th wedding anniversary. It was for my son Earl and his…

The past couple of days have been a rather interesting time for me. The weather has finally warmed…

Rain, rain, go away; come again some other day. So rhymed the poetic selection of a simple little…

It used to be the return of the robin that signified spring to me, but now it’s the return of…