RAMBLINGS 2019 (01)
Ten years ago (2008) when I was the superintendent of an apartment building in Bronte a gentleman buzzed my apartment enquiring about the vacancy I had. I buzzed him in and went to introduce myself. At first glance something clicked in my mind and I realized that Peter C. Newman was standing in my lobby. For those who do not know of Peter C. Newman he is (was) a journalist Toronto Star, Editor McLean’s Magazine, author, and TV personality here in Canada. I showed him the apartment for rent and we chatted for a while. He interrupted the conversation to run out to his car and when he came back he handed me a signed copy of his book “Sometimes a Great Nation” said good-bye and that was the last I saw of him. I was a bit overwhelmed as this was the first time I ever received a signed book. Now after ten years I am embarrassed to say I finally got around to reading it. It sat on my bookshelf along with over a hundred other books patiently waiting for me to get around to it. It might possibly still be waiting if not for the fact that on 15 December 2018 I moved to a new apartment (same bldg.) and as I was the one to pack my books I came across it. I must apologize (if he ever reads this) to Mr. Newman for not reading this fascinating book sooner.
“Sometimes a Great Nation” is a collection of article and essays publish from 1979 through 1988 they are filled with humour and critiques of the times and the noteworthy people of the day.
On Friday 4 January I managed to knock my computer over and totally destroy the hard drive and had to buy a new one. Eight years of info, music, and pictures gone. I am now in the process of trying to recover some of what is lost. Fortunately some of my info is stored by the server so it was just a matter of remembering the passwords. Other writings and info were stored on the hard drive so it is gone. Good thing I live on the 2nd floor of the building or I might have decided to take a header off the balcony. It’s all flower beds below my place so I would have more than likely survived also it is only 12 feet to the ground.
What I really miss is my music, songs ranging from Classical to Classical Rock and absolutely no Country and Western. Whenever I hear a male C&W singer I think he has his foreskin caught in his zipper and a Female singer has her boobs caught in a clothes ringer.
I watched Trumps’ address to the nation (US) last night and as usual it was 15 min. of lies and misinformation. Trump wouldn’t know the truth if it bit him in the ass. What normal nation allows one individual to shut down its’ government. I think I answered my own question; the US isn’t normal.