"By way of fate, there were no vehicle ahead or behind us, so we maneuvered the cantankerous jalopy into place and pushed toward the intercom. Once close, I pressed the play button on the boombox and slowly raised the volume. The muffled sounds of motor began to emit through the crackling speakers, and as it did, we heard it… “Welcome to Timmies, may I take your order?”
Coins twinkling like stars rested on the fountain floor beneath the water. Symbols of tossed wishes and hopeful dreams. I too had a wish and a dream, but I held no coins nor any illusion that my plea would ever be answered. It is in fact a wish that I hold through to this day..."
"This is not a peculiar place. It's not ambiguous nor generic. This place — Canada — the land of mountains, prairies, grains and cowboys, indigenous beauty and a humble people is... home."
Not all dad's are created equal...
"...and that, kids, is how I met your mother. kind of..."
By the time I had entered Jr. High, my adolescent brain was in full delinquent free-fall! I wanted to skip class, throw rocks at freight trains, chug beer and stay up all night! And my friends and I did our very best (or worst, depending how you choose to look at it), to achieve said... Continue Reading →
As a child, fear of the dark is a widely accepted normalcy of urchin development. A seeming right of passage, one could say. We, adults, generally assuage this unease by turning on a night light, or leaving the door open just a bit. All of this angst is considered age appropriate. Which is why at... Continue Reading →
There's this dream that I have... I'm in a hallway, at the end of this baron corridor there is an unremarkable door lurking ajar. I know that I am supposed to go there, so on I walk, but something in me does not want to. There's an ominous foreboding clinging to my bones, but I... Continue Reading →
It was late at night, and I was the only one in the room. A beer that had fallen to neglect sat warming on my nightstand to my right. My head hung low in weighted contemplation, thoughts dragging my posture down.I'd been in the army for a little over a year at this point. I'd... Continue Reading →
This afternoon, around lunch time, I had the pleasure of stopping in for a bite at the Cactus Club on Banks Rd. Upon entry my eyes were greeted with sleek, elegant decor, where modern, impressionistic wall-art meets with stylish stone features and wooden accents. A subtle croon of upbeat jazz danced throughout the place. Of... Continue Reading →
A Medic's Mind 