Let me say right off that I have a deeply respectful attitude toward any boat launch ramp I may be anywhere near ever since Mr. Massey sank in Lion’s Head Harbour. Continue reading
What a guy, that Mr. Massey.
He puts me to shame. While I’ve been off doing other things, including stuff like this, and generally spending way too much time trying to figure out where to start with a to-do list that’s always too long – and then getting all down and discouraged about it – he’s been patiently waiting for me to give him some attention. Continue reading
Well, setting aside for a moment the idea that it wouldn’t bother me one little bit to find out I was the “Owen Sound area” person who won a $60 million-dollar lottery jackpot, I’d say Joan Patterson sounds like a good winner. And I have absolutely no ulterior motives for saying that.
Not that I’m a bad loser; you can’t win if you don’t buy a ticket. But who knew the lottery-winning vibes were in the local stars, or winds, or the ground underfoot.
It is fun, though, to see somebody local win; all the more reason to play with various “what if it had been me?” scenarios. Continue reading