Rte. 202 / 9

Gold Medal Moments

|

After 7 years of living in the USA I've noticed that I don't get so upset when the Americans gobble up all the medals at the Olympics.

I grew up living in an apartment complex located just down the road from a park where the stadium for the 1976 Olympics was built in Montreal.

Here Comes Santa Clown...

|

 

Around this time of year back in 2007 I found myself wearing an oversized Santa hat surrounded by 7 grandchildren in the back of a pickup truck, riding around a field at the Monadnock Nurseries waving a hacksaw and hollering "yeeeeeehaawww... ...hold on tight kiddos', we be fetchin' y'all some Christmas trees."

Keene Pumpkin Festival 2009

|

 

Clown-kin

 A few Saturdays ago, my youngest and I ventured out to the 19th Annual Keene Pumpkin Festival. The Keene Pumpkin Festival is a veritable feast for the eyes - from the stands holding hundreds and thousands of pumpkins along the middle of Main Street to the creative costumes in the children's parade to the colorful characters that mill about to see and be seen. 

Wal-mart Epiphany

|

Where else but in a Wal-Mart parking lot would I experience a truly American moment.

It was there on a cold winter's day that my 8-year-old grandson got excited about politics.

The New Border

|

I have been crossing the Canadian/American border for 45 years.

As a kid I remember trips to the USA from Canada where standard interviews at border crossings dealt mainly with the subject of where you were going, and how long your visit would be.

A Knuckleball of Memories

|

I was born and raised in a hockey town north of the border where hockey was a religion, and baseball was a myth played in a foreign country.

During the summer of 67, at the age of 5, I spent the summer by the New Hampshire coast exploring the shoreline during the day and breathing in the deep fried seafood and salted taffy nights.

Bobcaygeon, The Big Dipper, Barenaked Ladies, and The Shalimar Pub

|

 

I used to meet with a group of people from all over New Hampshire a few times a year and enjoy evenings of Karaoke and clowning at the Shalimar Pub across from Lake Winnesquam.

 

Somewhere Between a Wedding Dress and a Hockey Stick

|

 

Two weeks ago, I found myself roaming around a mall in Nashua.

My soon-to-be-married daughter was in a bridal store trying on dresses with her bridesmaids.

After an hour long parade of white silks, chiffon, and the glint from a million little pearls, the missus noticed the snowblind look in my eyes and gave me permission to step outside and go for a walk.

The Super Bowl, Mooseheads, and Milk In A Bag

|

On Super Bowl Sunday I put on my well worn Patriots jersey expecting an exciting evening filled with fumbles, touchdowns and food.

Before marrying the missus and moving to the United States I had a lifelong preoccupation during visits to America. This was the desire to eat certain foods not available in my homeland. My cravings included Lays potato chips, Mountain Dew, Three Musketeers Bars and anything between two slices of Wonder Bread.

Freeze Dried Memories

|

In January of 1998 I lived in Montreal, a city that slowly seemed to become a lifeless ghost town after five days of freezing rain. By the end of that ordeal I had memories of a crippled city with closed bridges and a completely shut down downtown. I had memories of listening to countless tree limbs snapping for days and seeing infinite piles of wood littering every inch of the local landscape.

Syndicate content

User login

Brought To You By

Browse archives

« March 2010  
Su Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa
 
7 8
15 16 17 18 19 20
21 22 23 24 25 26 27
28 29 30 31