Song to wake up to: The Battle from Rick Wakeman’s Journey to the Center of the Earth

Whenever I think of a journey I’m about to take, or your standard epic battle between epic sea monsters, like Mac v. Windows, Canadiens v. Leaf Blowers, Gore v. Bush, or Obama v. Romney, Obama v. McCain, or even Trudeau v. Harper, I think of this snippet they used to wake us up with at St. John’s.

When we paddled or snowshoed, it was without music. There were no headsets . . . Continue reading

The Beaver Bus and the Phantom of the Paradise

It’s been a long week and I have a few hours to kill before getting home after seven days spent on the road, meeting, greeting, and selling concept in two different venues in the same week, running from airport to hotel to airport. I’ve known many forms of transportation in my insignificant life – Sante Fe Super Chief from Los Angeles to Chicago, CP Rail and Canadian National (CN) across . . . Continue reading

Oldie but goodie

Never get tired of this thing, especially since I’m in it! Hung out with Rob Keegan the other week. He’s the bowsman in the canoe that I’m bailing near the end of the trip. By that point, we had been out for a very cold, wet, windblown, and dark two weeks. I can’t remember being more wet, and not in a good way. After we dumped the canoe, I . . . Continue reading

If you can read this, you’ve got it good

If you can read this article, you are probably much better off than the women and girls who sewed the underwear you are wearing (or not). I found this article and video to be very inspiring. A Toronto Star reporter, Raveena Aulakh worked in a Bangladesh sweatshop for a week. Her boss was a girl who was only nine.  Kudos to her.

I picked . . . Continue reading

Bedard, get me a spoon!

I am not a proponent of corporal punishment. Just because I was subject to it doesn’t mean that I condone it. The last thing I’d hear before being asked to grab my ankles was “Bedard, get me a stick!”

I was never asked to provide a spoon. Hitting your child with a spoon in Santa Clara County in certain situations is no longer child abuse.

Court: Spanking improperly labeled . . . Continue reading

Canadian National Film Board New Boys – Canoeing in 1973 old school

At the chapel after the trip. Probably fantasizing about sleeping in a bunk bed with a three inch think mattress with 50 of my closest new friends.

We were given haircuts, issued clothes, laundry numbers, canoe gear, and assigned a chore / duty. We boarded an old yellow rented school bus on Tuesday morning, four canoes in tow, driven about 350 miles east of the school. I learned how to sleep sitting up on that school bus. Continue reading

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