Thank You

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A BIG thanks to all of you who are reading my blog! Continue reading “Thank You”



BarracksI was seized by the panic in her eyes. There she was, twenty feet in front of me, drowning in three feet of water. Seemingly impossible, it took me a few extra seconds to react; to jump from my lifeguard chair five feet above the surface of our community outdoor swimming pool and leaped toward her from the edge of the tiled pool deck. Continue reading “Genesis”



As a city boy born and raised, while I was aware of the changing seasons from summer to fall, to winter to spring, I was never really attuned to the changes that nature used to mark those cyclical transitions.  Instead, my awareness to the seasons was realized through a variety of events. I went camping in summer wilderness locations with some friends, skied snow covered mountains with others, picked apples in the fall and greeted the coming of spring by prematurely doffing my parka in favour of shorts and a T-Shirt.  It wasn’t until I was posted as a police officer to rural policing duties in central Canada that my sense of the environment was broadened and my appreciation of the magic of the seasons was deepened. Continue reading “Renewal”

Lights Out

RCMPBarry and I were in the process of trying to arrest an angry and flailing female juvenile in the parking lot when the dance ended and the participants streamed out from the community hall. Fuelled by alcohol, several males took exception to our efforts and attempted to obstruct our progress of placing her into the back seat of the police Chevrolet Suburban. Continue reading “Lights Out”

Good Fortune

FortuneThe lounge was quiet. Dave and I had just missed the happy hour crowd and the dinner crowd had yet to appear to claim reservations that had been made months before. The lounge was popular. Chic would be one description, pretentious another. It was a place to see and be seen by young highly paid professionals of all ilks, and while the drinks were as overpriced as the food, Dave and I deserved a short period of refined  elegance, faux as it was. Continue reading “Good Fortune”

Night Shift

11-1-2013-2-50-31-PMWorking a January 4 PM to midnight shift in rural Manitoba, one can expect little crime and few calls for service. An accident perhaps by someone rushing home on icy roads, late for supper or the six o’clock news. No cells phones or Internet in 1976, and the city paper came late in the morning on the first eastbound bus out of Winnipeg. So if one missed the television news, the next morning coffee-shop information exchange would tend to be pretty one-sided in discussing headline events. Continue reading “Night Shift”

Christmas Chorus


December of 1979 was our first of two Christmases posted at Wabowden, Manitoba, a small community located 800 kilometres north of the Canada/USA border on the last major highway system before the North Pole. This is an exaggeration, perhaps, as the Nickel Mining Capital of Canada, Thompson, lies a further 100 kilometres north of Wabowden. There the oil and gravel hardtop road transitions to rough gravel and connects to the hydro-electric town of Gillam a further 100 kilometres north.  Continue reading “Christmas Chorus”