I now understand why Quebec City is such a draw for tourists – it’s a taste of old world Europe in North America.
January is like those days we had in school, on a warm June day, with the teacher droning on about something you already know or feel is absolutely irrelevant. You look at the clock, gaze out the window, and look at the clock again: Only two minutes have passed…
If I can pile more and more experiences like this into the days of deep, dark winter, then perhaps, when winter is finally over, I’ll be able to look back with pleasure over these months, instead of having the impression that I’ve just endured a difficult adversity…
Jury Duty I ended up being third in line to complete the jury selection the other day. A woman who looked too young told the judge that she was a retired nurse. Immediately, the defending lawyer and the prosecuting lawyer spoke up; obviously they liked her: “No objections, your honour,” they said in unison. Thus… Continue reading Jury Duty
The Clone First reaction? Absolutely not. “No way,” I say. “No way,” says Dimitri. “No way,” agrees René. “At least we agree,” says Diane, “Sort of.” But it’s not so simple… I look around the boardroom table. Around the table are three of my closest friends who happen to be junior scientists at a corporation… Continue reading The Clone
PIKE The fishing rod suddenly and violently jerked down to the water’s edge. “Oh,” my father said, “He’s got a big one.” And indeed I had. The line on the reel spun out with a whizzing sound. I wanted to hand the rod over to my father. Ray, my father’s friend, reached over for it.… Continue reading Pike
No matter which evening newscast you watch, the program always ends with a kind of ‘puff piece’, something to make you feel good about the world. It could be something humorous, something inspirational, something to make you believe in humanity again. Sometimes it’s good to keep the Kleenex box nearby… Following tragedies like mass shootings,… Continue reading The Mustang Lover