It was Grade Seven and the situation was now akin to a screenplay co-written by Wilde, Dante and Kafka.

How I was able to honour my father long after his death for deeds he accomplished long before I was born.

How I narrowly avoided being "set for life."

A true story of best friends in Houston, Texas. Sometimes drugs are not the answer and sometimes they are.

I take people at their word. In this, I am not alone. Nor is it a fault. It is simply a less prevalent way of being.

While working on the North Vancouver waterfront as a young man in the Seventies, I win a battle and lose a war.

The superior man sets his life in order and examines himself. Using, understanding and benefitting from the I-Ching.

On the relationship between our hearts, guts and brains.

In which my youngest son learns about ability and teaches me about motivation.

They say if you peer too long into the abyss, it will begin to look back at you.

While the human world has changed in some unprecedentedly good ways; the worst aspects of humanity have remained doggedly steadfast.

In which two young dogs encounter two old cats and learn to appreciate Sinatra.

Fruits and vegetables, late-night TV, marketing 101 and the archaeology of food porn.

A little talk about aging and dentistry in the North Shore Mountains and how my wisdom tooth came to rest on Crown Mtn.

A Mediterranean lady helps me uproot a childhood fear.

You can give a boy a shoeshine kit but you can't change the fact he's a hunter/gatherer.

Pondering the nature and fate of culture from a barber’s chair.

In which, at long last, I allow myself to cry.