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The Tush Man – Part 2 of 2

Note:  Please read Part 1 before reading this… The very next day I got a call from the Tush Man’s office advising me that my exorcism (colonoscopy) was scheduled for Thursday, July 16th.  They also gave me instructions on the medications that I needed to purchase and that I would have to fast – and […]

Phood Phor Thought

Phor years I’ve tried to phigure the difference between words beginning with the letter ‘F’ and those beginning with ‘Ph’.  I mean, how drunk was the person who invented the English language when they got to the phork in the road where they had to decide between ‘F’ or ‘Ph’?  And what exactly were they […]

Terror on 8th Avenue

Originally published June 24, 2012 On my drive from Langley to White Rock this morning, I noticed several bright flares on both sides of the road ahead.  As cars passed me from the opposite direction, I could see by the look of terror on their faces that something terrible must have just happened – but what?  […]

The Beach Boys concert at the PNE

I remember first hearing The Beach Boys on the radio when I was 12 years old (1962) and they instantly became my favourite band.  Their sound was totally different than existing bands and the lyrics to their songs made you want to move to California, or at the very least learn how to surf.  Unfortunately, […]

The Summer of ’66 – Part 4 of 4

Originally published March 25, 2012     NOTE:  Please read Part 3 before reading this post – thanks! As we sat in Ma Jacobits’ restaurant, a couple of the guys suggested that Dude and I should try to get work “hoeing” tobacco on one of the farms directly across the road from the restaurant.  I […]

The Summer of ’66 – Part 3 of 4

Originally published March 22, 2012     NOTE:  Please read Part 2 before reading this post – thanks!  On our way to Turkey Point, we stopped to pick up Dude at his Uncle’s farm – which was about a mile down the road from the village.  Dude’s Aunt and Uncle were sitting on the front […]

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Daniel St. Andrews

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