How History Shows Us We Will Be OK

How History Shows Us We Will Be OK

What a crazy month it has been… One of my strongest childhood memories is from 1984, the year I turned 10 years old. I had spent the weekend obsessively playing a video game on my brand-new Commodore 64 computer, in all of its 8-bit glory. I don’t remember what...
The Gladiator Who Upstaged the Queen and Prince

The Gladiator Who Upstaged the Queen and Prince

An estate fairy tale Once upon a time – or more precisely about 103 years ago – a little boy was born in Amsterdam, New York, to the parents of poor immigrants from Belarus. His name was Izzy and his life was difficult, to say the least. His father was a ragman who...
Not All Heroes Wear Capes…

Not All Heroes Wear Capes…

A few days ago, my good friend Zack called to ask if I’d mind doing some babysitting for him. While that may not sound too unusual, it might amuse you to know that Zack is 48 and his son is a teenager, well past the age where he needs supervision. It was, in fact,...
My Son and Superman

My Son and Superman

This year during the holidays, my wife Bridget and I realized that we have reached a stage where very soon, we are going to be the two shortest people in the house. Our two older sons are now well over six feet tall and soon will surpass me in height and tower over...
Closing the Cottage

Closing the Cottage

Weathering the seasons of intergenerational cottage transfers, liabilities and the tax man. In the last few weeks, all across our country a great Canadian tradition has occurred — the winterizing of the family cottage. As long-time readers might recall, I grew up in a...