Competitive pressures begin in the off season. The determined and committed athlete will devote themselves to build, improve and prepare both body and mind for the next challenge. Old injuries are overcome and past disappointments are pushed away. Age, our consummate enemy, is kept at bay another year. All off season pressures endured by an athlete are self imposed.
The preseason period imposes new strains upon the athletic psyche. The Continue Reading…
This is a continuation of Bayou Bryan and the Huba Buba Classic – Part 2: Natchez.
Everyone has stood waiting at a starting line. The start is the metaphor that resonates through every channel in which our lives flow. Bad starts, great starts, fresh starts, false starts – starts lead to finishes, alpha and omega. The finish line is the... Continue Reading...
This is a continuation of Bayou Bryan and the Huba Buba Classic – Part 1: The Office.
Now we find ourselves in Natchez, Mississippi on road to the Huba Buba Classic where we stayed at Hotel Erola.
The Hotel Erola was both a faded Art Deco masterpiece and a relative architectural newcomer to Natchez. The wide streets and the... Continue Reading...
My office is not the typical Canadian home business tax haven. It is the place where I wage my daily battle for effective self expression against deadlines both editorial and self imposed. There are no claims made here for 25% tax deductibility on every imaginable residential expense. Those are the same 'offices' described with exactitude to the Canada... Continue Reading...
Thinking can be such a struggle sometimes. My sophisticated teenage children will tell you without much prompting that I apparently gave up this battle some time ago.
In our amphetamine paced world, where speed usually trumps sense, our much stressed brains need relief. Its synapses harness the power of the peerless microprocessor – reasoning,... Continue Reading...
Our son Thomas has many sporting enthusiasms, a good thing at age 15. Some of them, like the Ultimate Fighting Championship, are the sort of televised brawling that leaves the old man a little cold. These huge UFC warriors are brave and the fighting is clearly real, but I have my suspicions that the UFC does not have mandatory drug testing.
I am an inveterate map reader. My taste in maps runs from the everyday and the utterly utilitarian to the wonderful and the whimsical. I have happily indulged myself with route maps in bus shelters; I have fixated upon great cartography, like the route maps of Lewis and Clark, or the atlases of the world. My late and beloved father was a land surveyor,... Continue Reading...
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