Links to the Past Someone once said to me; “Golf is great, you get to beat something much smaller than yourself with a stick, what’s not to love?” I however have never felt that way.  There is in fact not much about the sport that I enjoy. Golf for me has always been several yards short of exciting.  Perhaps it is golf’s rather stodgy image that has kept me from being a fan and even Tiger Woods with his modern take on fidelity has not been able to win...

Introduction Just so you know, I really did work for two crazy men, so this isn’t just a title meant to draw you in.  If it were just that I would have spiced it up a little, I’d have gone with something like I worked For Two Crazy Naked Men and Their Harems of Crazy Naked Women and Took A lot of Pictures. But I didn’t, I went with I Worked For Crazy Men because I did.  So these aren’t going to be short stories with some kind of linear plot development,...

Caribbean Delight You’ve seen the brochures for those all inclusive beach holidays. Pictures of semi-clad hunks carrying anorexic, yet some how well endowed blonde bombshells across white, shimmering sand. In other photos, the same couple are swimming, riding horseback and of course, partying. The subliminal message is always the same. “This could be you. Yes you, Mr. Boring. You could be laughing and partying and having friends. You could be living this...

Some eat to travel, others travel to eat. Me?  I fall into the second category. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t just eat when I travel, I do other things as well, but to me, trying the local fare is one of the great joys of travelling. Every trip, every country has given me at least one genuinely memorable culinary experience. So on my first trip to Athens, I was keenly anticipating the food. Living in Toronto, I had sampled Greek fare many times in the Greek...

Gambling on Life His office door was closed. His window was closed. The drawers to his desk and filing cabinet were closed. Every surface in his office was flush with its surrounding surface. Even the papers that had not been filed were arranged into neat piles on his desk, unless they were in the garbage in which case they had been neatly folded and carefully stacked into the waste basket. Cosmo was an accountant, a good accountant, a very good accountant. All his...

My Greatest Day There are some things that stay with you all your life, a first kiss, your wedding day, the first time you see your child, but none of these can compare with my fondest memory, the greatest day of my life. The day my baseball team, the Toronto Americans won the world championship. My team had already beaten our arch rivals, the New York Performance Enhancers in the preliminary round and now we were up against the toughest team of all, The Los...

Running Scared The light from the motel sign at the corner intermittently lit up the room with a blue tinge as it flashed its message to all passing cars. The rain slapped against the pavement as if it were moved by some vendetta, by some unknown event from long ago that it was only now exacting a price for. Brian’s eyes moved back to the sign.  It flashed ‘Sea Breeze’. Actually with the electrical problems it was experiencing, it read Sea B ee. Four hours...