A Hasty Retreat

Rivendell Retreat on Bowen Island, BC

Today, I am leaving for three days of quiet and solitude at a spiritual retreat on a nearby Bowen Island mountain top. Although I no longer search for answers to questions that evaded me for most of my life – my spiritual growth and well-being have always been important. The retreat will allow me to… Continue reading A Hasty Retreat

A Long Sentence

This was the first year that I did not go to the police station to get my fingerprints taken, as I do each year, to confirm that I do not have a criminal record and that allows me, as Santa Claus, to show parents and others responsible for children’s welfare, that their charges are safe… Continue reading A Long Sentence

A Beaver Tale

Growing up in the ‘50s and ‘60s was a difficult period for me, but not because I grew up in Canada – the land of the Beaver. I have always loved being Canadian, but not always in love with living here. There were many times, as a teenager, I wished that I lived in the… Continue reading A Beaver Tale

Empty Sidewalks on Tobacco Road

Home where Danny was born and raised

This is a continuation of a previously published story that I wrote in 2012.  Please read The Summer of ’66 before reading this story; otherwise, it won’t make much sense.  Thanks! ~ Hugs, Danny The road to Tobacco Road had sidewalks, but there were none on Vittoria Road – or at least, none on the… Continue reading Empty Sidewalks on Tobacco Road

A Coffee Break

I have always loved waking up to the smell of freshly-brewed coffee in the morning. And there is always an energy boost from the caffeine to kick start my day. It leaves me with the feeling that an extraordinary person has just hugged me – and that makes me smile because I know it is… Continue reading A Coffee Break

A Write to be Wrong

Today is Monday morning, October 26th, and the internet in my neck of the world (Langley) is not working. I planned to write a story about my twenty-year quest to brew the best cup of coffee ever (at home). It is a story that’s been percolating inside my hollow head for months, but I haven’t… Continue reading A Write to be Wrong

A Very Happy Thanksgiving Day

Before I begin my Thanksgiving Day story, I want to announce a very special friend’s 81st birthday today. It’s ironic that my buddy Norm Colon (the southern Norm), gets to celebrate three special occasions today – because he lives in the USA and they celebrate Columbus Day.  Their Thanksgiving Day isn’t until next month. So,… Continue reading A Very Happy Thanksgiving Day

Saturday on the Sunshine Coast

About three weeks ago, Sannie and I planned a day trip to the Sunshine Coast and had a reservation for the 7:30 am ferry to Langdale.  We needed to be at the ferry terminal at Horseshoe Bay by 7:00 am, so I was at her place at 5:30 yesterday morning to pick her up. I… Continue reading Saturday on the Sunshine Coast

A POETS Kind of Day

POETS (Piss On Everything Tomorrow’s Saturday).  It was early Friday morning when her wet lick on my lips woke me. My dog Holly Golightly is almost deaf, and she’s slowing down.  I didn’t feel much like getting up, but it’s either Holly or Mother Nature waking me at 4:00 am each morning, so I grumbled… Continue reading A POETS Kind of Day

A Short Straw

Danny (1976) at the cottage

This morning, I was running errands around town.  And at each store, when approaching the cashier, I offered the following comment: Looks like you pulled the short straw! And each time I mentioned it, I got a puzzled look in reply. It was as though the cashiers (male and female) didn’t understand what I meant.… Continue reading A Short Straw