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A fireside chat with a duck and it’s double. But after a shake of a duck’s tail when the polaroid was fully developed, I find out another duck photobombed my pic. Three ducks! A mischievous mallard snuck into the frame and there’s nothing I can do about it, I’m...
Off the beaten track on the road less travelled and with a wandering mind, but not lost or at a loss for words. I’m on a search and find expedition for the Haliburton Highlands. Not exactly Denver high or Kilimanjaro high,* but I guess high is a relative term. I...
Showtime with the Crownsmen and Jerrod and Rory were in fine form as we discussed some deep thought provoking issues while quaffing a cold one. We were inspired with Cardi B quotes* and a crafty west coast Kӧlsch, a potent pairing to be sure. A Kӧlsch lagered ale to...
I love me an amber so I was geared up for this one. And to make matters even better, last night I witnessed a Leafs come from behind OT victory over the Washington Capitals. By the way, isn’t it ironic that the leader of Washington is Russian? Comrade Ovechkin.* Old...
Guv, guy, guzzle. Nope, Guza wasn’t in its preordained spot in my Pocket Oxford. Time to call in the COM Translation department. They puzzled and pondered on the word a bit and then came back to me with a few options. COMTD: Lots of options here. In Polish it means...
The COM played a little round ball back in the day and let me tell you from personal experience that the statement “white men can’t jump” is incorrect. White men can’t jump very high is probably a much more accurate statement, although maybe David Lee Roth* is the...
“Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo’s on my mind.” * George Strait had a one-track mind when it came to Amarillo, that Bible belt rodeo ridin’ region of the North Texas panhandle. Not to be confused with Miranda Lambert’s song “Armadillo from Amarillo”. “I met an armadillo...
On that hypnotic highway heading home and sometimes I need a jolt of java to keep me on the straight and narrow. My go to joe is a Timmies small and plain but when the lineup is longer than an academy awards show, time is money, so I might wander over to the no-line...
JT is a no oars off-shore wind powered water on the water and beer on the pier serious sort of sailor. Me, if my 60 horse merc doesn’t fire up I’m fishing off the dock. Jimmy Buffet was a smooth singing son of a son of a sailor.* All of this sailing segue is for this...
I’m at the tail end of a bad hair decade, and the next ten years don’t look any better, so every day is hat day for me. Of course, it’s hats off when the national anthem plays, or you enter the Legion for a cold one.* Or in church unless you’re the Pope, and chances...