Whew! We survived 2017 and that’s all I’ll say about that. We’re being positive, right? So Happy New Year to you, to us, to all those we hold dear.
When I was thinking about what I’d write today, I remembered something my mother used to say (and do) every time I moved into a new house or apartment.
“Fransi,” she’d say, “remember to bring a piece of bread, some salt, some sugar and a new broom with you the first time you go in. And make sure you enter with your right foot first.” It wasn’t enough she’d Continue reading →
There was a total eclipse of the Sun yesterday. In case you live in a cave and have no access to any information whatsoever, a total eclipse occurs when the disk of the Sun is totally obscured by the Moon — and the sky darkens — in broad daylight.
They’re extremely rare and it’s estimated that they only recur, at any given place, once every 360 to 410 years, on average. So if you missed it yesterday, so sad too bad.
Big changes a comin’ in Canada: Pennies. Going, going, soon to be gone. We’ll be penniless. According to Jim Flaherty, our (Canada’s) Finance Minister, they’re too expensive to produce; and they are not needed for business. Apparently the savings to the annual budget will be $11 million. And making change will never be the same.
Neither will loafers. Have you ever worn penny loafers? I remember my first pair. It was a long time ago. I was 17 and my parents had sent me on a tour of Canada and the U.S. Most of the kids on the trip were American — I think there were 3 of us from Montreal. The first thing we noticed were the loafers on everyone’s feet. We hadn’t seen them in Canada. We couldn’t wait for our first stop in the U.S.
Can’t remember for sure where that was — for some reason I’m thinking either Seattle or Portland but, really, in this case geography is of little importance. What I do remember is arriving at the hotel at about 5 pm, dumping our bags in our rooms and heading for the first shoe store we could find. Thirty-three of us! Imagine being a salesman, in a smallish store, close to closing time as 33 hysterical teenage girls come tearing in. If we’d had iPhones back then we could have taken pictures of the poor guys’ faces. Bet they would have been priceless!
Bass Weejuns were what we were after; and not having them in our sizes was not an option. The Canadians all bought 2 pair because we couldn’t get them Continue reading →