Outlaw Radio 1960

  I have started writing and rewriting all the things that needed to be said in this book. I knew in my own mind that its subject matter would not ever make this the stuff of Govenor Generals Awards or other literary notations.   Most looking would probably give it a once over if not pass by as many are drawn to the fascination of alte rnative history, drama, romance, or other fictional works. The thought of nonfiction often only scares away readers. The topics of mental illness poverty , and transformation not only spiritually, but also ones coming of age make for good stories but often never go into print.   This is a story written from my eyes with the help of those around me and have passed through my life. Some in fleet ing seconds some lasting a lifetime. It's not only a love story of a time that grew from the depths of de pression and delusion to the realities of the opening of one's eyes to new beginnings It is a classic remembrance of what was what has ...

 Well here is hoping that the rains we see today will spell an end to the drought across the west. Mind you life is full of surprises, and spring has arrived wet bringing with it an abundance of life and Green grass and leaves. I've always loved the fact that I live in Canada with its ever changing seasons and its diversity of cultures and people. It warms the heart of the world at large, and even though most complain about the often hostile weather no one seems to want to give up on our beautiful land.  Well if the drought being over weather wise is something to celebrate our political theater is beginning to show its true colors , and it is solid Tory Blue.  What Canadians saw with Carneys latching onto elbows up became exactly what I said it would a continuation of the worship of Wall Street and an even larger thumb pressed down upon the Canadian poor and middle class. Effectively proving once and for all that Carney was indeed a wolf in sheep's clothing wrapping himse...

  I figure this is a life well-travelled and watched, I mean, what decades story-wise to live in. I vaguely remember John Glenn first orbiting the earth, the Kennedy assassination, and that of his brother and Martin Luther King in that haunted year of 1968.   The 1970s really started in July 1969 with Armstrong stepping onto the lunar surface, and the end of the war in Vietnam brought a brief sigh of relief. Only to be crushed by double-digit inflation, wage controls, and interest rates, and high unemployment surged as Governments began to try to slow down the economy. Causing mammoth business and mortgage failures.   Isn't it ironic how news begins and ends, focusing mainly on stories where the casualty count is front and centre? People rarely remember the happy stories that sometimes make headlines, but are predisposed to all that is tragic, disastrous, and hateful.   Our happy thoughts, as Peter Pan would suggest, barely get us off the ground before a wave of ...

My cold is gone . It's time to reflect on the two weeks I spent creating content and conducting interviews for the book.  That I am writing. First, it is often hard to go to a place you love and continue to do so without acknowledging how difficult it is to always leave, knowing that this might be the last time I set foot in the city.   Departing from Toronto in 1997 was a straightforward decision due to family considerations and the anticipation of better prospects for my children. Returning is invariably challenging, as many cherished memories are deeply rooted in the city—its residents, our initial experiences as a couple, and the individuals we became close to and hold dear to this day.   Spending time at the Friary, St Clare house, Our Place, and St Francis Table brought a chapter of our lives full circle. Many faces have passed yet so many in fact are still there doing what they have always done, but for the most part, like all of us, a little older and a great d...

  Brother John and I at St Francis Table on Queen Street in Toronto serving the poor and marginalised in Toronto on Queen Street since 1987. Feeding the masses and following in St Francis of Assisi's footsteps. Another faithful friend, brother, and mentor. #Franciscan   #franciscanos   #FranciscanFriars   #catholic   #catholicchurch   #catholicfaith   #miracles   #feedingthehungry #feedingthehomeless  #goodshepherd   #Poverty #povertyalleviation#povertyawareness  #soupkitchen   #foodforthought   #FoodfortheSoul   #foodlover   #food   #blessings