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They’ll Pinch Your Heart… If You Fall For Their Eyes
Last Friday afternoon, I’d lost track of time. I was in Montreal’s Old Port, browsing a dimly lit antique boutique, squinting at books stacked in dusty piles, when I sensed her. She wore an exquisite pair of diamond chandelier earrings and a polished ensemble: a black tailored jacket and pants, framed by a creaseless white…
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Serendipity… Met Us At Rizzo Hall
We had just finished playing a long and loud set at Rizzo Hall over in east-end Montreal. Patricia had promised me she wouldn’t drink. It was nowhere near midnight, but her eyes were already glazed, and her lips wore a blank grin. She clutched a glass in one hand and steadied herself against the wall…
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Was It Fate, Destiny, or Simply Dumb Luck?
There are such fine lines between those three compatriots. Does it ever pay to dawdle? In total, I added up about six or seven minutes, which would have resulted in a completely different ending to my day. It all began yesterday afternoon, as I headed out the door. A phone call interrupted my exit. It was…
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Who Has One… and Who Doesn’t?
Yesterday, I was on St.John’s Boulevard riding the early morning 470 Express, in a blizzard. It was rush-hour-jammed to the brim. Typically Montreal. Damn, is she HOT.Paul, she’s too young for you.Ya think? Nah… I’m pretty sure I’m in her range.Dude, take a look in the mirror and get real.You might be right.Stop looking at…
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Is Anyone Ever Ready For Their First Strip Search?
Vermont sounded like a wonderful place to spend a couple of days last weekend. When Lynn invited me to her lakeside cottage, I said “Yes” in a jiffy and escaped Montreal in an effortless flash. The evening drive was peaceful; a persistent moon trolled me along a wide-open road. Before long, I’d arrived at the…
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A Secret She’d Forever Keep
Adina sat on the black marble headstone. She leaned her elbows on her knees and stared at the pile of red roses strewn about on that mound of earth. They’d shrivelled and rotted. Clumps of mud were dangerously close to staining the white leather of her runners. An ominous wind whispered her secret as it…
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Balloons and Fermented Sharks…
The trails of an intrepid vagabond are sometimes rocky. I once took a tedious three-week business trip that spanned Central Europe with a terminus in London. I’d concluded my exhaustive meetings one day sooner than expected and was anxious to return to Montreal and be with Lynn; it was my birthday. So I booked the…
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Another Item Off My Bucket List
Throughout my life, I’ve been casually crossing things off that illustrious scroll. These days, my targets are modest, NOT from having done it all, but because I’m comfortable. Yet, once in a while, I’m surprised when a thought consumes me, one that sneaks into my bucket list. It all began a couple of Fridays ago.…
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Does a Man With a Titanium Shaft Have an Advantage?
“And then he says to the judge — well, if it were mine, I wouldn’t have put it in MY mouth.” I almost choked on my vodka as the four of us burst out laughing. John’s wife, Jennifer, reigned supreme as the queen of the double entendre. The waitress paused as we calmed down and…
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Immortality Only Lasts Twenty-Five Years…
I might have said something else or kept my mouth shut if I’d known or had thought a little more. I’ll be more vigilant next time; it’s the only promise I can make. You can never tell what’s disguised behind a person’s smile. Last Sunday, I walked along my usual path by the lake. The…
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