Today marks the first unveiling of the first of my Uncle Michel Bédard’s memoirs. Michel went out of his way to give his impressions. No Bédard is safe. Click here for the full article
Michel Bedard wrote the original in french; I translated and adapted to suit my evil needs. The first of a three part series in the la rive sud saga. Click here for the full article
Before the casket was removed and taken for burial, what started as a small murmur of a quarrel soon roared into a full war between factions. Click here for the full article
Diana and Delphis never got along. In fact. They hated each other. Revenge is often best found in the form of a thawed tourtière. Click here for the full article
Castaway or Princeton? Tough choices for Tom. Click here for the full article
My father, John Bédard, retired from US Customs in 1990 after a twenty year career and a nine-year stint working for Canadian Immigration. He made Time Magazine. This is John’s advice to a new US Customs officer on how to survive the San Ysidro / Tijuana border port of entry.
No one ever accused my father of suffering fools. One of the victims (yes victims) of Trump’s actions is the actual personnel on the ground who have to implement the law. Law enforcement personnel want to come home after their shift. This short story, comes from a book written by John, Border Guards . This is the second in a series of stories I’ve published inspired by Border Guards.
San Ysidro, California
Some people are born to climb mountains – others to make the climbing tools. Me?
I am a US Customs Senior Inspector in the employ of the US Department of the Treasury – a GS-11. I assure you that, after a Supervisor reads this, I will retire a GS-11 (or even a GS-9).
I’ve disarmed more bad asses than I care to remember. I’ve been punched, chased with knives and scissors, had rocks and God knows what other projectiles thrown at me.
I’ve stuck my fingers on needles a half dozen times in the last ten years, patting . . . Click here for the full article
Steve was pissed, and not in an English drunk pissing in a Birmingham street after a rave sort of way. He was thwarted and angry, and angry for having been thwarted. Click here for the full article
Like an effective and affordable vintners’ blend, sales is always cliché-driven. Click here for the full article
My first meeting with Steve Jobs was an impromptu negotiation over the license fees for Japanese fonts he paid quarterly to Adobe. Click here for the full article
Chapter 4 from selling to steve jobs. If you can’t compete against yourself and win, Steve has little use for you. The meeting begins; the problem laid out. Click here for the full article