It was a few years ago that the toll on I-90 at Randall Road near St. Charles Illinois was 40 cents. I did not have an iPass, nor an iPhone or iPad at that time. It always angered me that tolls were collected as the damned toll booths typically slowed traffic so that we, the
It was in Winnipeg many years ago. I was a bright young salesman for Varian Canada. It was probably 1975 or so before I was promoted to sales manager. A sales manager would never make this mistake. As I recall I arrived in Winnipeg late one evening and had plans to visit several customers the
A nostalgic moment! Today I came across an article on Facebook leading to a photo of Queen Elizabeth II wearing purple. As my mom got older she loved a poem that’s called “When I am an old woman I shall wear purple” I am seeing that the Queen is also a lover of purple, I
An oldie but goodie. Balls are like Pussies, there’s always a joke somewhere. After a 2 year study, the National Science Foundation announced the following results on America’s recreational preferences: The sport of choice for unemployed or incarcerated people is: basketball. The sport of choice for maintenance level employees is: bowling. The sport of choice
One of the things about being a person who likes to tell jokes and shares humor is that folks from my past send me stuff from time to time to make me smile as well. Here’s a short tale from one of the very few historians from my past. How to get to Heaven from
I used to eat a lot of natural foods until I learned that most people die of natural causes. There are two kinds of pedestrians: the quick and the dead. Life is sexually transmitted. Healthy is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die. The only difference between a rut and a grave
It was 1978, I was in my early thirties, and I was working for Varian Associates as Canadian Sales Manager for their electron device group. I got a chance to go to England with one of our customers to visit one of Varian’s factories and attend a broadcast conference in Wembley. Remember, I’m a British
Most of the stories that I’ve told have the real names of the people involved. For this one I think I’ll change the names to protect the guilty. For many years I was a sales manager for an electronics company in Canada. The company and its location are really not important parts of this tale
Driving in the UK is not easy for someone accustomed to driving on the right with a left-hand drive car. I had a couple of driving experiences in England that nearly maimed me or an innocent British driver or two. Luckily in my many trips no harm was done. I will recount here my first
It was 1980 Fall Fair in Orangeville Ontario, Amy was five and Jody was three. Our main street was closed to traffic as merchants, hawkers, mid-way rides were set up. With a population of roughly 15,000 in 1980, it was a great little town to bring up kids. The street and the storefronts were all