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Roxy

Roxy was her name. Before I even met her, that was her name. She was a black lab and boxer mix, and a rescue. I drove out to Woodstock with…

Left, right, whatever

What I write sometimes makes people angry. Right and Left. Here’s what I’ve noticed. It’s interesting. I write about different stuff. Politics, music, culture, whatever. People react. Sometimes I take…

Remember

Here’s my Dad, age 20, at officer cadet training in Summer ’52, front centre. He joined the armoured corps but the war ended before he could go. He always regretted…

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