Sunday, August 28, 2016

Post 3353 - Sunday

Past 10pm.

The highlight of the day for us was driving out to Seaforth to the Hope for Wildlife sanctuary open house. Took about an hour to get there either way. We figured it would be a busy place today, but we were wrong. It was cuh ray zee busy. Cars lined up for kilometres and kilometres. They arranged a series of shuttles to pick people up and take them to and from the main entrance.

We managed to park within a walking distance to the sanctuary. Got there around 1:45. Over the course of the next 90 minutes we saw most of what there was to see, but there were a few places that were so busy that we didn't even try to get in. I did use my new-to-me camcorder to shoot plenty of video of those places, though.

There was an emu walking around. There were a couple of people who had falcons on their arms. Or maybe they were hawks. We saw a baby seal that can never go back to the wild. Patricia went into the reptile tent and stroked a snake. I waited outside. We went into the building that will, once they have finished construction, serve as the place where the vets will save the animals that come under their care.

Ran into retired politician Peter Stoffer. Introduced myself. That man is busier out of office than he was, in.

Around 3:15, I left Patricia by the main entrance and retrieved the car and picked her up. On the way back, she bought me an ice cream cone. A scoop of chocolate chip cookie dough resting comfortabl on a scoop of blackberry cheese cake. Upon returning home, I cooked dinner, and we spent some time this evening finishing season one of The Riches on Netflix, and then Match Game. At 9, I came downstairs and applied my most recent edits to my next true crime piece for Frank. I wanna read it over one last time, make sure I didn't misspell someone's name or something, and then send it off to my editor along with associated pictures, for his consideration for a future issue of Frank.

I had meant to begin work on my next missing persons article this weekend, but the time got away from me. What with driving around on Saturday and the long drive today, there wasn't much time to do that stuff. Tomorrow, though.

While I was editing away in the last hour, I tuned into CBC radio and listened to Michael Enright's "Rewind" program. The subject tonight was the 1930 crash of the R101 airship, which had a larger loss of life than the Hindenburg a few years later. But I had never heard of this before in my life. Of particular interest was Enright's comment at the end that the music they used during the show was taken from the most recent Iron Maiden album, an 18 minute saga called "Empire of the Clouds", which is about that disaster. People will write a song about any damn thing, won't they? If I wait long enough someone will  probably write a song about the pimple I had on my arse when I was 11.

Or maybe I'll break down and write one myself. I could use the royalty payments.

I think I will start coming up with catchy song titles before I turn in.  Send your suggestions along, won't you?

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, August 27, 2016

Post 3352 - Saturday

Past midnight.

We went to the breakfast buffet at that Greek restaurant on Quinpool today. Afterward, we found a yardsale on Norwood Street. Turns out that the woman living there, Sally is her name, is moving back to Texas. When I saw she was selling a Martin Gardner book of math puzzles and the like, and she saw how excited I was that there would be such a thing, she told me I could just have it. So, that's why I didn't balk at paying 2 bucks for a coffee travel mug.

We returned to the car and made our way to Tantallon, to check out the coolio bookstore there, Otis and Clementine's. It is everything you'd expect a bookstore to be: wonderfully eclectic, comfy chairs to curl up in, a kids' section, a tiny cafe that will sell you a coffee or soda, and books on nearly every subject. We don't get there often enough. The staff lady, Diana, recognized me from being there last month and said she liked the book news I was putting into my Frank column from time to time. I spent too much money there.

The bathroom wall said that at the local Shambhala Centre, there would be a stained glass demonstration. We checked it out. Patricia remarked that the used of lead in the stained glass was very good, and was also a very challenging thing to try, both technically and from a health standpoint. I guess the guy suffered for his art.

Checked out the new buildings by the Irving station as well. Lovely part of the world. Tantallon has expanded so much in just the last few years, with no end in sight. In Timberlea, where I live, there is comparatively nothing. Very little shopping. No decent restaurant. Pizza places. We're lucky to have a farmer's market that's open every day. But if we want do some actual shopping, we have to flip a coin and go either to Bayer's Lake, or to Tantallon. I wish we had more stuff here, is all.

We got back here mid afternoon. Read "Dirty White Boys" on my front deck for a while before going back inside and napping the balance of the afternoon away.

Tonight, we watched a bunch of episodes of "Whose Line is it, Anyway?" on Plex. And, now I think I will turn in.

What a wonderful Saturday. I hope yours was, too.

See you tomorrow.


Friday, August 26, 2016

Post 3351 - Friday

Past 10pm.

The weekend is here. The weekend is here. Woohoo.

I am not certain just what I will be doing this weekend. I may be able to book an interview. Patricia wants to drive out to wherever "Hope for Wildlife" is situated because they're having an open house. Frig knows there are things to do around the house. I need to apply the edits to my next true crime piece for Frank.

Or... maybe I will sleep all weekend.

Yeah. Let's go with that.

In fact, let's get started with that.

See you tomorrow. Assuming I wake up.


Thursday, August 25, 2016

Post 3350 - Thursday

Past 10.

After work, Patricia had an appointment. I used that time well. I marked up the latest draft of my true crime column for Frank Magazine. I won't have time tonight to type in those changes but should Friday evening.

I am already looking past this column to my next one, which I plan to be a missing persons case. It is my hope to have two, maybe even three, true crime articles in to my editor by the time Frank comes back from its summer vacation, in the middle of September. A little stockpile of these articles.

Tomorrow is Friday already. Where has the week gone? I was just remarking, to myself, because nobody else cares, that we have been back from vacation longer than we were on vacation. Where does the time go, anyway?

It is pushing 10:30. I think I will call it a day.

No. I am not going to do that silly joke again.

See you tomorrow.


Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Post 3349 - Wednesday

Past 9:20.

The new Frank Magazine hit newsstands today, and already I have had feedback from two sources. The mother of the man featured in my missing persons article took the time to write me today and thank me for doing "a great article". That feels good.

And the Program Director I wrote about in the radio column took the time to tell me he loved the article. That feels good, too.

Hey, I have an idea. Why don't all of you reading this go out and buy Frank #749 right now? Like, get out of bed, get off the toilet, stop walking the cat, and go out and purchase that issue of Frank? It is a special 48 page issue, containing 6 pages of Bevboy goodness. Six whole pages. My goodness, how much would you pay for that? $50? $60? $100? Well, you don't have to pay that much. With taxes and gratuities, Frank Magazine #749 can be had for... well, the usual price is about five dollars. I don't know how much this larger issue costs. But it is still cheaper than a pack of smokes. And which one is better for you? Hmm? Just email Andrew here and tell him you want to order that particular issue of Frank.

Patricia had Pilates after work tonight. I hung around my work and laboured over my nextest true crime column. I try to switch between a missing persons case and an unsolved murder, so this one is an unsolved murder. I produced a second draft tonight and will tear it to pieces during my lunch hour on Thursday before trying to finish it Thursday night and sending it off to my editor for his consideration.

Next week, I will examine another missing persons case. Haven't decided yet, which one, but there is no shortage.

More than a few of you have suggested one particular missing persons case. My editor did, in fact, just two days ago. The reason I haven't written about Allan Kenley Matheson's 1992 disappearance is because I know there is a guy doing a documentary film about the case. He has a reach and a budget that I do not have. But my editor pointed out, correctly, that a documentary film and a magazine article are two different beasts, and they can complement each other. So I wrote the director of the film and pointed out to him what was pointed out to me. He wrote me back, and agreed. So, in the coming months you may see a Frank Magazine article from me about this confounding and enduring mystery. All I know about the case is what has been reported over and over by lazy reporters who don't have the gumption to go out and research and write and find new material about the case.

To that end, if you know anything about the disappearance of Allan Kenley Matheson, your best bet is to contact me here. You can and will remain anonymous, if that is your wish. You have my word.

Been a long day. Think I will turn in.

Have a good evening. See you tomorrow.


Tuesday, August 23, 2016

Post 3348 - Media News

Sorry I didn't write the last couple of days. Wasn't feeling well.

The new Frank went online yesterday and features a full 6 pages of content from yours truly. Over 3000 words. Start the party. Two pages consist of radio and other media news. An item or two were snipped from it, for length. As well, some news came in yesterday. Since this issue of Frank will be on sale for a full 4 weeks, and the news items are time sensitive, I have been given permission to report the following items. As other news items come in over Frank's hiatus, I will report them here as well.

Last week, Alison Clements resigned from Bridgewater's CKBW. She told her colleagues that she would be working at a Halifax radio station, but would not reveal which one. She had experience at MBS, so I looked into my sources there. No dice. By the end of the week, just past my Frank deadline, I heard she was going to News 95.7. I figured she she would be going to mornings, succeeding Brynn Langille and Shelli Summers.


Alison IS going to News 95.7, but will be joining Tyler McLean on the Afternoon Drive news wheel.

I am glad that News 95.7 has extended its local content day until 7pm again. I am delighted they dropped that 1pm hockey/baseball/whatever sports talk show. But I am not sure that it was a good idea to have a news wheel drive home show again. They had one when they first went on the air, years ago. When Rick Howe's show was on in the afternoons until 7pm, that was wonderful. But the very nature of a news wheel, where you get the weather and traffic on the 1's, and sports at :15 and :45, et. al, doesn't reward continued listening, the way that a Rick Howe or Sheldon MacLeod talk show does. Just sayin'.

Over the last 5 years, in Tatamagouche, we had the only East Coast horror-based convention, called Summer Fear. It was held in a building next to where they have the Farmers' Market every Saturday. It is owned by the man who ran the convention, Richard Duggan. He's a real horror fan. Every year he would hear and read about these horror conventions in the United States and wondered why there couldn't be one in Canada.

He started Summer Fear in 2011. The main guest that year was Gunnar Hansen, who played the original Leatherface in the Texas Chainsaw Massacre in 1974. Gunnar announced that year that he would be appearing in the 3D remake of Chainsaw in 2013, so he broke that bit of news in little old Tatamagouche. The news went viral and was picked up by horror websites like Dread Central and Rue Morgue.

Summer Fear will not take place in 2016. They're hoping to revive it in 2017, but it is anybody's guess. The Canadian dollar being what it is, the cost of bringing American guests up here, housing them, driving them around, paying their appearance fee, and so on, was just too much given the revenue stream Richard Duggan was able to generate.

Let's hope that Summer Fear can come back in 2017.

And, while we're at it, let's hope that we get more smaller conventions in the province. Time was, we had Wolf Con in the Annapolis Valley. There was another con in the Valley for a couple of years there. I remember that Frederik Pohl was a guest at one of those cons.

Send your news items to me here.

See you tomorrow.


Saturday, August 20, 2016

Post 3347 - Saturday

Pushing midnight.

No, I am not watching the Final Tragically Hip concert. We're in the Valley this weekend. I had them disconnect the cable on Friday. They were so efficient in doing so, and today the cable is gone. I put up a set of rabbit ears and managed to pull in CTV and Global, after a fashion. CBC? Nope. Didn't come in at all.

We spent the evening watching stuff on Netflix. The first few episodes of "The Riches", the late 00's show featuring Eddie Izzard and Minnie Driver playing "Travellers" who chance upon living in a large mansion, and the trouble that ensues.

A character at one point throws up his hands and screams, "Why don't we just go back to painting driveways?". Patricia didn't get the reference. These travellers or gypsies, or whatever I should be calling them, are grifters, con men, who among other scams will knock on peoples' doors and offer to pave their driveways. Certain funds exchange hands. All they do is paint the driveways to make them look re-paved. I have heard about how sometimes they will just thoroughly soak them to make them look freshly paved.

Anyway, it is an entertaining show. I am sorry they canceled it after only about 20 episodes.

We drove up Friday night. We tried like frig to get Newbie in his carrier, but the little so-and-so ran off, hiding somewhere in the house. We put extra food and water out for him and drove up.

For dinner, we had pizza from a place in Wolfville. Less sodium on a salt lick.

This morning, we went back to Wolfville, to check out the Farmers' Market. We met a Scottish man named Keith and his wife Vickie. His accent reminded me so much of Sean Connery's. No word of a lie: he said that his employee number at one of his jobs was "96-007". I ran into a former professor of mine, and his wife.

We ran into an old professor of mine, and his wife. I told them about my true crime column in Frank Magazine. As is normal when I do so, they conspiratorially hinted about what they had heard about  a particular missing persons case.

Everybody has heard a story, or two, or a rumor, or two, about a missing persons case or unsolved murder in their part of wherever they live. I have never seen an exception to this observation of mine. Not even one. It goes beyond demographic, gender, or anything else. People are interested, often to the point of its being unhealthy, with this subject. And the media do not cover these cold cases nearly enough. Despite the fascination people have with these cases, they don't cover them much at all. I wonder why?

Anyway, after that, we had coffee with a friend for about an hour. After that, we wandered around Wolfville for the next several hours. We checked out the new apple cider place. For five dollars, you get 3, 3oz apple cider beverages, plus a thing of corn nuts. We shared. We made our way to the Cuts meat market. Much better store than the one in Dartmouth. Continued to the toy store in town, then to Willow Park, and then to the Tourist Bureau, where I worked (my god!) a full 30 years ago. Then we went to Wolfville's municipal museum, Randall House. We got the full tour of the place, and had a grand old time. We capped it off with tea, served on bone china.

We returned downtown. Went to Rainbows' End books on Main Street. They sell a bit of everything. I got a couple Canadian history books, including what I think is my 3rd copy of Barry Broadfoot's book about the Canadian Depression. Came out in the early 1970's. If you have read anything by Studs Turkel, Broadfoot does the same kind of approach: taking snippets of conversations with many dozens of Canadians as they share their experiences about living through the 1930's. This book is long out of print.

I also got Stephen Maher's out-of-print book of restaurant reviews. I don't think he talks about that phase of his career any more. He wrote about politics for the Herald out of Ottawa for several years, then went to another news provider and did the same there for a while. He recently released a novel set in Nova Scotia, a murder mystery of some kind.

I am not sure why people think that, if they can write non-fiction reasonably well, how that would qualify them to write fiction. Totally different set of muscles. You have to think about plot and character and realistic dialogue that moves the story forward, and be able to describe things in a way that doesn't bore people to death. I cant do it. You likely can't do it. No shame in admitting you can't. But people keep trying, thinking it is easy.

We made our way to the Wolfville Animal Hospital to check out the cats. There were plenty of black cats there today. We wanted to take them all. We tore ourselves away and went to Rosie's for an early dinner before paying the man who mowed the lawn here the other day and returning to the house.

I napped earlier. So, here it is, pushing 1 ayem, and I will likely be up for a while yet. Patricia turned in some time ago.

I think I will surf the web for a spell and try to get some sleep.

See you on Sunday.