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I cannot recall if I ever related this story on here as I couldn't find it. So with Halloween right around the corner, I feel compelled to tell it. This incident occurred sometime in the late-'70s when haunted houses had become the in thing for many organizations to help fund their other projects, I think that the Jaycees were among the first to discover it. I joined one of the local...

Added 27 Oct 2019 | Category Humor | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 176 | 2 Comments

I can't recall the year but I was out of work just as the Summer was beginning. Back before the internet, job seekers were forced to peruse the morning and evening paper. I happened to come across an ad for a day camp counsellor and called the number. A very nice lady answered and I was asked to come in for an interview. I raced across town and was soon sitting opposite a very attractive...

Added 12 Aug 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 5 | Avg Score 5 | Views 338 | 5 Comments

Now the story goes that my middle brother Tom was treating our youngest one, Fred to lunch at our favourite twenty-four restaurant. He had heard us talk about it and was excited to visit the place that we frequented. Now despite it being the end of the lunch rush, it was still crowded when they arrived, but a booth was located and cleaned as they waited. As they were escorted to their...

Added 26 Mar 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 409 | 1 Comment

We called him Don Magill which was not his real name. Short of wearing a sign that read "Cosa Nostra" he couldn't have been more obvious, well at least to me. He was always impeccably dressed and barbered. He had a deep gravely voice with just a trace of an Italian accent. His car was a long black Caddilac. He held court every afternoon at one of the local twenty four hour restaurants. If...

Added 30 Jan 2019 | Category Memoirs | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 927 | 4 Comments

I had finally accepted the fact that I was never going to break into the broadcasting industry on a full-time level. I lacked a college background and had no desire to spend a couple of thousand dollars and attend a school for broadcasting. I still got plenty of work providing my wide range of voices for commercials and as a result, I became known to many program directors and station...

Added 15 Aug 2019 | Category Humor | Votes 2 | Avg Score 5 | Views 297 | 2 Comments

It was a beautiful Saturday in June when I received a call from dispatch. It seems a bus driver had three youngsters on her coach that were a little too young to be on their own. The female driver had called her dispatcher who in turn dispatched me. I was to intercept the bus and wait for the parents to arrive. I caught the bus on a regular layover and had the kids exit the coach. It seems...

Added 09 Sep 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 461 | 1 Comment

Warning: Very coarse language used in two places. One of the best jobs I held prior to my days in law enforcement was working for an armoured car company. I drove an older armoured truck that would take a tank to dent. The hours were good and the pay was decent. It was one of the only places that I would come into work on my off days if asked. We spend our days picking up and delivered...

Added 30 Jul 2018 | Category Flash Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 317 | 2 Comments

So here I am limping my way into the local ER. It was a typical bar fight, and as a bouncer, I had to intercede. The antagonist decided to flee before the police arrived and I decided to chase and hold him. In the semi-darkened street I misjudged the height of the curb and stumbled, but I ignored the pain in my foot and kept moving. I caught him and walked him back to the front of the bar...

Added 22 Jul 2018 | Category Memoirs | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 323

Now despite being divorced from my first wife I stayed in contact with her and her daughters.I even offered to assist in keeping them off of each other's throats during the Summer vacation from school. So every week on one of my off days I would pick one of the two girls up and take them for a long motorcycle ride and lunch.  Both girls loved my Harley and loved to ride. I would show...

Added 19 Nov 2017 | Category Micro Fiction | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 532 | 1 Comment

This is a true story. It has been told many times and always gets a laugh. Now it was a typical Saturday morning at our house. It had to be sometime before Memorial Day because my parents were still at home, normally they are at our cottage. My mom who is a habitual early riser headed to the kitchen to make coffee and let the big orange and white cat up from the basement.   She opened...

Added 23 Jul 2017 | Category Memoirs | Votes 0 | Avg Score 0 | Views 491