June 2014

Why Time Flies

Here we are, the end of June, and that happened in a blink, didn’t it? The speed with which life throws itself behind us as we get older, has irked me for years. So I went to Mr. Google and read the research of scholars and psychology experts linked to respected schools and organizations.  …

Airstream Relocates

We bought the 1969 Airstream Overlander trailer about a year ago. It’s a 27-footer and in great shape for its advanced age. My hubby and brother tore out the interior and the plan was to rebuild it from the ground up.  …

Our Criminal Mayor

Last Friday morning, judgment day for Joe Fontana, The Big Show on 98.1 Free-FM had a bit of fun with the Mayor’s plight. Actually, our verdict wheel was a lot of fun and it even got us some ink in The National Post. Everyone who spun got a can of Italian Wedding soup and I believe the result was “guilty”.   …

Less-Than-Friendly Competition

It’s possible that you’ve noticed a love/hate relationship between newspapers and radio stations.  At the papers, many believe radio newscasters merely rip off their work and put it on air. (There is basis in fact for this, which I’ll get to later.) At radio stations, there’s a belief that papers will go out of their way to overlook the whole medium and not name a specific station if they can help it.  This is also sometimes true.   …

The Perils of Social Media …And Life in General

A thoughtful journalist friend recently posted to Facebook a viral YouTube video of a teen playing her guitar and singing.  The girl is very attractive and the featured aspect of the video is her ample breasts that wiggle with every motion of her arm.  My friend’s question was, is it exploitation if you do it to yourself?  …

That’s Super

Hubby collects items from the now-defunct gas station chain, Supertest.  It was founded here in London in 1923 and sold to BP in 1971.  The name disappeared two years after that. Original items have become quite pricey and rare. We once admired a gravity-fed original Supertest gas pump at a store in Grand Bend. “Twenty grand”, said the owner. “Forget it,” I replied. “We don’t want it if it’s not a pair!”   …