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By Bob Shirley on Dec 1, 2010

"Do you love me?" means we, or more accurately, I, need to return something to the store, redecorate the garage or rearrange the back yard. The first week I met my wife, she persuaded me return a curtain rod she had purchased a year before. Read more...

Belly Laughs

By Dee Walmsley on Dec 1, 2010

Catch a performance of the comedy caper "Cowslip Corners" and you'll enter the wacky world of comedians Andrea Carr and Eve Weimer. Life begins at 40? Not for these saucy seniors. Life has been one long ride with a few bumps along the way, which will surely turn up in future skits. Read more...


By Gipp Forster on Nov 30, 2010

For the older, Christmas is like a giant bouquet of flowers - each memory a separate bloom to remind us of the many different people we have been, and the long journey we have travelled. Read more...

The Funny Papers

By Gipp Forster on Nov 1, 2010

The very first daily comic strip to appear in a newspaper, I am told, was in the *San Francisco Chronicle* in 1907. It was called, "Mr. Mutt" and would eventually become "Mutt and Jeff." Read more...

The Glovebox

By Gipp Forster on Oct 1, 2010

Every car I have ever owned or seen has always had a glovebox, often called a "glove compartment." And yet, I've never put a pair of gloves in any one of them. Read more...

Lovely Old Biddy

By Naomi Beth Wakan on Aug 26, 2010

My publisher wrote to me before my latest book, *Book Ends: a year between the covers*, came out to ask me whether I would mind being called that "lovely old biddy from Gabriola" on advertising copy. I said not at all, go right ahead. Read more...

The Days of Mary

By Gipp Forster on Aug 26, 2010

One Easter, while visiting the farmers market, my uncle purchased and brought me home three tiny recently hatched chicks. Two had been dyed with food colouring, I guess, and one little guy was his natural yellow. The little pink and blue chicks died within 24 hours. Read more...

The James Street Boys

By Gipp Forster on Aug 3, 2010

When I was a kid, I belonged to a gang. We called ourselves "The James Street Boys." There was Raymond Jourdain, Terry Collins, Wayne Pushmen, Stuart Lockeyer and, of course, me, who took up the rear in case of cowardly attacks by our imaginary enemies - also, I walked slower than everyone else. Read more...

The End of Gentle Humour

By William Thomas on Aug 3, 2010

Gordon Arthur Kelly was born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan on July 17, 1912 to very little fanfare. In fact, his parents abandoned him when he was only a few weeks old and an evangelical preacher and his wife adopted him. Read more...

Adventures at an Animal Farm

By William Thomas on Jul 5, 2010

Ray and Dianne Shaw live on a 25-acre menagerie near Morris, Manitoba, which they call a hobby farm. They should refer to it as a healing farm. Their rural homestead, bordered by the infamous Red River became the focus of international media attention recently when a couple of four-footed residents came together to create an improbable family of two. Read more...


By Gipp Forster on Jun 2, 2010

Around 1955, my dad purchased a not-so-new Studebaker. I was in awe. It reminded me of a bomb or a torpedo; like the future. Read more...

Fred - the master of senior moments

By William Thomas on May 31, 2010

Fred is a friend of mine. Soldier, lawyer, innkeeper, sailor and now golfer - Fred just turned 87. He winters in Florida at Boca Raton, summers in Canada and in between leaves people in both countries shaking their heads and laughing. Read more...

Not Bad. You?

By William Thomas on May 3, 2010

So I said, "Harry, how you doin'?" Harry Muir of Delaware, Ontario, was a promising pitcher in the Toronto Blue Jays organization when he was featured in a film I wrote more than a dozen years ago called Chasing The Dream. Read more...

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