Last week I did something I have never done before. Despite hundreds of millions of people or perhaps billions of people (if you go back to the beginning of time) having done it. For me, it wasn’t necessarily one of those must do before I die events. But I decided to do it anyways. So…
Well, summer is winding down. Tomorrow I will be back on busy Highway 93 for my school crossing guard duties. And 3 Sunday’s ago I returned to the pulpit to preach at the three churches of the Uptergrove Charge after our 4 week summer break. It’s been a good summer break. Other years I have…
Fifty years ago I would never have expected I would be lay pastor at three wonderful rural Presbyterian churches in Oro-Medonte and Rama Townships in Ontario, Canada. I’ve always been a bit of a shy soul, awkward in social settings. And after my dad suddenly died from a heart attack in 1973 when I was…
For as long as I can remember, I have always had jigsaw puzzles kicking around. They are one of those things where I have to be in the right frame of mind to work on.. If I am in the right frame of mind I might just pull one out and start the puzzle. There…
Seven weeks ago I was able to complete the notoriously tough 50k Pick Your Poison Trail Race for the 7th consecutive time. Although the course stays always the same, it seems that every year the race gets harder to complete. This year’s race I ended up as the 3rd last finisher out of 99 starters.…
I’ve worked a lot of jobs in my lifetime. From grave digging, to brick and block laborer, farm worker, to factory worker, to warehouse worker, to painter, to ditch digger, to leaky basement laborer, to ski lift operator, to worker in the water well drilling industry. But the one job I really dreaded heading out…
The end of April each year can best be described as a high and a low for myself. On a high note, the last Saturday my favorite trail race is held, the 50k Pick Your Poison. On a low note, income tax filing is due at the end of each April. It is something I…
This year will be my 7th year running. Running is now so very much a part of me that is hard to picture myself that there was a time when I was not running. But actually I was that way for the first 55 years of my life. It all started at a running club…
In my 20 plus years in well drilling, I was involved in some pretty amazing projects. Such as being involved with drilling a 42 inch, 202 foot mine ventilation shaft hole that finished off 5 feet into solid bedrock in Northern Quebec. Or working several months while drilling monitoring wells at the now closed Keele…
Just the other day I was conversing on my Twitter timeline with a lady who was grieving the loss of her father. Her fear that after the funeral and with people getting back with their own lives, her dad would be forgotten. This was a very legitimate fear. Using my own dad as an example…
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