My Daily Routine to Health, Fitness and Mental Breakdown
By William Thomas
Like most aging baby boomers, I am determined to stay healthy, fit, active and - "Hey! Get that rubber glove away from me!" - medically violated on an annual basis.
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The Days of MaryBy Gipp Forster One Easter, while visiting the farmers market, my uncle purchased and brought me home three tiny recently hatched chicks. Two had been dyed with food colouring, I guess, and one little guy was his natural yellow. The little pink and blue chicks died within 24 hours. 
Lovely Old BiddyBy Naomi Beth Wakan My publisher wrote to me before my latest book, *Book Ends: a year between the covers*, came out to ask me whether I would mind being called that "lovely old biddy from Gabriola" on advertising copy. I said not at all, go right ahead. 
The End of Gentle HumourBy William Thomas Gordon Arthur Kelly was born in Moose Jaw, Saskatchewan on July 17, 1912 to very little fanfare. In fact, his parents abandoned him when he was only a few weeks old and an evangelical preacher and his wife adopted him. 
The James Street BoysBy Gipp Forster When I was a kid, I belonged to a gang. We called ourselves "The James Street Boys." There was Raymond Jourdain, Terry Collins, Wayne Pushmen, Stuart Lockeyer and, of course, me, who took up the rear in case of cowardly attacks by our imaginary enemies - also, I walked slower than everyone else. 
My Lever-Action, Multi-Load Red Ryder BB GunBy Gipp Forster Sixty-one years ago, I received the second greatest gift a 12-year-old boy could ever hope for (at least in that era) - a Red Ryder BB Gun. The greatest treasure, of course, was a bicycle, which I also received that year. 
Adventures at an Animal FarmBy William Thomas Ray and Dianne Shaw live on a 25-acre menagerie near Morris, Manitoba, which they call a hobby farm. They should refer to it as a healing farm. Their rural homestead, bordered by the infamous Red River became the focus of international media attention recently when a couple of four-footed residents came together to create an improbable family of two. 
StudebakerBy Gipp Forster Around 1955, my dad purchased a not-so-new Studebaker. I was in awe. It reminded me of a bomb or a torpedo; like the future. 
Fred - the master of senior momentsBy William Thomas Fred is a friend of mine. Soldier, lawyer, innkeeper, sailor and now golfer - Fred just turned 87. He winters in Florida at Boca Raton, summers in Canada and in between leaves people in both countries shaking their heads and laughing. 
Anatomy of a BraBy Martina Goodship My business partner, Linda Paquette, and I spent eight weeks in Hamilton, Ontario with Beverly Johnson, learning the art and science of professional bramaking and fitting. For the past two-and-a-half years we have been practising, perfecting and always learning about that mysterious, taken-for-granted garment, "The Bra." 
MartyrdomBy Gipp Forster When I grow up, I want to be a martyr. A martyr is a good person, a brave person, and a committed person. My wife agrees with me; she too thinks I should be committed! 
Not Bad. You?By William Thomas So I said, "Harry, how you doin'?" 
Courageous & Outrageous - Improving by ImprovBy Pat Nichol When was the last time you stepped outside of your personal comfort zone? |    |
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