The Hills Of Home

I was painting a picture for my granddaughter Julia, with no definite image in mind. I had finished painting the trees on the hills, and was touching up the foam on the rocks, when I accidentally dropped a blob of white paint right in the middle of the trees! I carefully removed the paint, intending…

I STANDS WHERE?

Many years ago when I was living in Goose Bay, a co-worker of mine named Scott, was participating in a fundraising campaign by standing in as a deejay on the local radio station, taking requests for songs to be played. He was a little stumped by one of the requests, and said, "Well, folks, I…

I STANDS WHERE?

Many years ago when I was living in Goose Bay, a co-worker of mine named Scott, was participating in a fundraising campaign by standing in as a deejay on the local radio station, taking requests for songs to be played. He was a little stumped by one of the requests, and said, “Well, folks, I…