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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."

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.

Love, passion, footwear and dental modifications merge for a Vancouver letter-carrier.

The tragedy of his wife's condition had been perfectly met by the care and tenderness of her husband. It was a daily lesson for me.

On the adaptability of crows and men when eating lunch in the urban outdoors of our era.

The thief stood nonchalantly and perfectly calm. He placed both hands on the counter and continued whistling softly.

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

While studying up how to be safe in the woods, I hurt myself at home.

On finding your family, pondering hidden siblings and a tribute to my friend, Ms. Judy Joe.

In which a man in a wheelchair teaches me not to judge a book by its cover.

A sword learns, "All wars of religion are only civil wars, and by civil war no nation's condition was ever bettered." Prince Henry -1618

When you account for your ancestors, you are never alone. When you account for their foes, you need to watch your six.

In which I learn of the purpose and fate of a poem I wrote twenty years before my retirement.

My own experience of the martial arts and thoughts about their genesis. Take off your shoes as we walk from Billy Jack to Pa Gua.

Introduction to Recollections of a Vancouver Letter-carrier.