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It’s about ten minutes to 6:00 p.m. on Saturday evening. I just got back from a photo shoot in Washington Park, and was unloading my Agfa Chief camera with its vintage 616 film. I checked the news reports. No Rapture yet.  I was getting better information on the Preakness Stakes than on the Rapture. I…

From 1968 to 1981 – from kindergarten to my high school graduation – I attended twelve different schools.  Some of these educational institutions were different buildings in the same school district, as kids matriculated from grade school to middle school.  Others were caused by familial relocations or my desire to live somewhere else.  I sometimes…

For all of us, it’s a distinct moment in time.  A moment of accomplishment.  A moment of triumph.  A moment of redemption and achievement and success. It could be the rainiest day of the year, but inside your heart is sunny and bright.  You try to remember every single moment, every instance.  Those who taught…

How tragic is it that we don’t always thank those who helped us along our journey until it’s too late. Such happened today.  I read the news this morning that Brother Aloysius Myers passed away. For those of you who never attended Christian Brothers Academy, Brother Al was one of the rocks upon which an…

It’s been a few years now.  I can tell this story. It’s around 2005.  I’m currently freelancing for an antiques publication, and was on assignment to cover an auction in New Hope, Pennsylvania – a collection of rare and antique dolls and dollhouses.  Good stuff.  I took my camera and my digital recorder, hopped into…

We live our lives as a dash. Not the dash of salt that we put on our food. Not the dash to catch the bus so that we’re not late. The dash might seem to us short or long, or too short or not long enough, but it’s the same length for everybody.  We measure…

It’s about 2:30 in the morning, and I’ve been awake for at least an hour.  I don’t know what initially woke me from dreamland; maybe it was a bad dream or the after-effects of last night’s dinner. I slowly open my eyes.  I’m still wearing my wristwatch; I press the illuminated button.  2:35.  I release…

This is beyond pitiful.  It’s disgusting and it’s horrid and it’s inhumane.  And I spent a few days in internal contemplation, as to whether or not I would blog about this. But it’s a story that needs to be told. There is a roadside zoo in Three Hills, Alberta called the GuZoo.   Here’s the link…

It’s 9:00 am, Friday morning.  I’m at the hospital, waiting for my gastroenterologist Dr. Dreyneaux to perform my colonoscopy and endoscopy, so I expect to receive an anesthetic that will knock me out with the equivalent force of going three rounds with Oscar de la Hoya.  The nurse sticks an IV into my right hand,…

We don’t remember the moment we came out of the womb.  At that point in our life, our brain hasn’t completely grasped the concept of air and light and time and cold.  All we can grasp is the feeling of existence. We learn and we grow.  And somewhere, maybe around the age of two or…