COLUMN SIX | The holes of Cochrane
Not everything is what it appears to be
The snowy owl, sensationally magnificent, swooped silently past the picture window. The wonder of it made me...
COLUMN SIX | You’re only a girl
Oh, how I hated those words! They sounded so mean, though in those early years I did not know what “demeaning” meant. It was...
COLUMN SIX | The Abnormals
I started out in life in the old-fashioned traditional family. My father, my mother, two younger sisters and I lived together on the upper...
COLUMN SIX | Language is going (forward) to the dogs
Talk, jargon, and nonsense
When my daughter was in SK she came home one day with a story she’d written in a language my wife...
COLUMN SIX | Now this is what’s called a coincidence
Last week's Column Six shocker for our own John Chick
When I saw the headline — “The Boy, the Man, the Mountie” —and first few...
COLUMN SIX | The boy, the man, the Mountie
One morning my Aunt Gladys was speaking to her son, my cousin Jim, about his plans after high school. It was wasn’t going the...
COLUMN SIX | Patient with a sick sense of humour
Every month for the past ten, we have been asked to adjust to a new normal, which is not such a big deal for...
COLUMN SIX | Adieu to an arena
As predictable as its demolition was, it was still jarring to see photographs of the old Pelham Arena last week, reduced to rubble. Just...
COLUMN SIX | Lost in place
A January adventure best not repeated
Before the concert, John dropped me off at the auditorium door and went to park the car. ‘Twas the...
COLUMN SIX | A country Christmas
Take a walk in the Short Hills and find the perfect tree
This is my story of a wonderful Christmas in the Short Hills of...