There was a man who had built a
successful business from the ground up. Now, advanced in years, he wanted to
retire. His son wanted to take over the company from his father but the father
wasn’t sure that his son was ready. They had many discussions about it and the
son was becoming increasingly frustrated with his father’s reluctance to turn
the company over to him.
Silly and sometimes profound observations on a silly and sometimes profound world
Thursday, 30 April 2015
Sunday, 15 February 2015
A Dummy's Guide to Restaurant Terminology
Winnipeg is blessed with a multitude of restaurants of every variety you might want to name. There are places on the internet that will tell you that Winnipeg has more restaurants per capita than any other city in North America. Whether or not this is true, I cannot say, but we all know that pretty much everything on the web is true.
The nice thing about having so
many restaurants to choose from is that a great many of them are really good.
By a simple process of natural selection, the bad ones die while the good ones
flourish. We have several restaurants which we consider our favourites and
which we frequent on a fairly regular basis (one of the things about being
retired is that you have more time to eat out. The fact that you are actually
earning less income does not occur to retired people). But even though we have
several favourites, it’s also nice to try out new ones from time to time to see
what other undiscovered favourites might be lurking out there.
Friday, 16 January 2015
And You Think You’re Having A Bad Day….
Unlucky driver or just plain bad driver? You decide.
I live on the western side of Winnipeg in an area called
Charleswood. There is a 1,100 acre greenspace called Assiniboine Park and Forest very
close to where I live. It’s a big park! It has 3 main entrances off of Roblin
Blvd, the main one in the middle of the park and two more on the southeast and
southwest corners.
One Saturday morning I was out running errands. I was driving
past the park and I noticed that the police had set up a speed trap at the main
entrance. When I got to the southeast entrance there was a second speed trap and they had stopped someone and were in the process of ticketing him. I
remember the car and the driver very clearly. I remember the car because I'm a car guy. I remember cars. I remember the driver because he
looked really mad.
Saturday, 25 October 2014
Proudly Canadian
It’s Friday night and it’s been a
terrible week in Canada. We lost two servicemen on our own soil to senseless
acts of violence. I’m not going to call it terrorism because, frankly, it’s too
soon to know what the murderers’ motivations were. But calling them senseless
acts of violence seems like understating the obvious.
I am sitting here watching
coverage of Cpl. Nathan Cirillo’s body being transported back to Hamilton along
the Highway of Heroes. There are tears in my eyes. I, like many others, have
spent time in the last 2 days thinking about what it means to be Canadian. It
is not a simple question and it definitely does not have a simple answer.
Tuesday, 28 January 2014
2013: The Year In Review
So 2014 has arrived and that means that 2013 is now behind
us. All together now, “Thank God!” The
world did not end in 2012 as predicted and 2013 did everything in its power to
make us wish it had.
First the good news. Under the current laws of physics, there
is no way that 2013 can be repeated - ever!
Sunday, 10 November 2013
Je Me Souviendrai
It means “I
will remember.” Tomorrow is November 11. Remembrance Day. We have a phrase that
is associated with this day: “Lest We Forget.” But lately it’s starting to feel
like it may be too late for that. A great many of us seem to have already
forgotten. Our day of remembrance has lost its meaning.
Thursday, 24 October 2013
The Beater Diaries
My father
was a car guy. I am a car guy. My father believed that cars should be looked
after, cared for and well-maintained. He believed that such cars were always
worth more at trade-in time. And he always got big bucks for his trade-ins. I
am my father’s son. Except that I tend to keep my cars longer than he did. I
get attached. He never did.
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