Sunday, June 24, 2018

Post 3736 - Sunday Evening

Hi.

Sorry I didn't write the last few days. Friday night, I turned in relatively early. Saturday I went (by myself) to the Valley to take care of some things down there. Really glad I went. I had a chance to clarify some issues with a couple of folks, issues that I think had to be clarified. It is amazing what a couple of beer can accomplish!

I also had time to take a long nap Saturday afternoon. I sleep well in the city, but there is something about the smell of chicken shit emanating from the henhouse across the street lovely country air that drifts me off to the land of nod. After that meeting i just mentioned, I returned to the house and went to bed.

This morning I received additional information that puzzled me regarding the situation I just mentioned. Patricia and I discussed it this afternoon. She asked me so many questions and brought up so many points that I fear that I became shirty with her. How many ways can I say "I don't know" without resorting to cussing? I nearly found out.

I bought a box of strawberries in Greenwich this afternoon, on the way back to the city. Word of advice: wait a couple of weeks before you buy local strawberries. I did not enjoy paying six dollars for a box of them. They will come down to four dollars before long.  Like that's cheap.

Uh, what else? An ancient laptop I got several years ago booted up this afternoon, but its specifications are so meager that it cannot run all the processes necessary to make it worthwhile. Dropbox does not synchronize on that machine any more. I may have to install Puppy Linux on it, which is an ignoble way for this computer to finish its useful life. Do they even update Puppy Linux any more? Maybe Lubuntu will be a better choice.

Back to work in the morning. Blessed be.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Thursday, June 21, 2018

Post 3735 - Much Better!

Pushing ten pm.

I feel pretty good today. I finally wrestled that migraine to the ground. I took yet another headache pill around 8 this morning. The headache washed away within 30 minutes or so, replaced by the faint euphoric feeling characteristic of this medication.

I had a pretty good day at work, too. Well rested, and sans migraine, I didn't feel sick or tired or anything else. Had a nice pizza lunch as a woman in my building is selling pizza to raise funds so she can rappel outside of a perfectly nice building in the downtown.  And when I got home tonight, and after dinner and the news, I was able to come downstairs to my home office and produce my latest true crime piece for Frank. It took me about two and a half hours. My editor graciously let me finish the piece tonight, even though it is hard against the deadline for the issue that comes out next week. I hope he doesn't have to do many changes to the text and that it goes in to print with few changes, if only to save him some work.

It is another unsolved murder case, from the early 00's. I will tell you which one next week when the magazine comes out.

(Yes. I am a stinker for not telling you which case it is.)

The weekend will be here in mere hours. What will we do? Hard to say. So many things to do that have to be done that are not one bit of fun. We can put some of them off a bit, but only a bit. I think some of those things will be worked on this weekend. Sigh, and double sigh.

Gotta turn in. Need some seepy time.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy





Wednesday, June 20, 2018

Post 3734 - Yawn!

Been fighting something all week. Got home from work before 5pm. Ate something. Decided to recline for 30 minutes or so, but ended up sleeping most of the night away.

I hope I am not coming down with what Patricia has had for the last two weeks. That is not a fun experience for her.

At any rate, Newbie has been all over me since I got home. He is literally at my feet at this moment, no doubt waiting for me to finish writing this blog post so I can go back to bed so he can follow me.

I am not sure where this week is going. It is already Wednesday night. It used to be that the weekends went by super quickly. Now, the work week is whizzing by, too.

So much else going on in my life. Ever wonder why I'm so exhausted at the end of a given weekend? You will find out soon, I promise.

Turning in. Long day tomorrow.

Bevboy


Tuesday, June 19, 2018

Post 3733 - Two Days Later...

So, I had either two migraines on Monday, or one really bad one. Even those magic pills didn't help. I took one very early on Monday morning, but the migraine just laughed at it and persevered.

Patricia was still not feeling well, so I took her to the local walk-in clinic, and then to Costco to get a prescription. After that, I drove her home and went to work, arriving around 11:30. Worked through lunch. The migraine, which had been at a dull ache, intensified throughout the day. By times, it was at a piercing level, nearly making me cry out. This never happens. Never.

I managed to drive home. Rested before dinner. Ate something. Returned some emails. And returned to sleepy time, not really getting up again until 5:30 Tuesday morning. The headache was finally gone.

Patricia returned to work today, but was sent home again this afternoon, so I left work for the day at 2, got a few victuals, and then drove her home. I have spent part of the evening working on my next Frank cold case article, and will finish it Wednesday evening. It will not be nearly as long as the one in the current issue, so  you can either be sad about it, or grateful. Your choice.

Patricia has gone to bed already. A little while ago I heard her coughing up a lung. What disease will I catch, next?

Let's find out.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Sunday, June 17, 2018

Post 3732 - Sunday Night

Well, I wish I could say I did heck and all today. But I would be lying.

I slept in until 11:30. Got up and we ate something. By 2:30, I took a nap for a couple of hours. Made dinner. Showered. Put on my cleanest dirty shirt. And here we are.

We are heading into another work week. I am trying to figure out where these weekends go, and why they go by so quickly. In a week's time it will have been 36 years since I graduated high school. I have no idea where those years have gone, either. No idea, at all.

No. I didn't read any more of "Dead Skip" today. Hope to crack it open during my lunch hour tomorrow. I will tell you all about it when I am done.

Patricia is still not feeling well. Her husky, Kathleen-Turner voice is appealing to me, but it is not natural so she may end up going to the doctor in the next day or so.

I am going to turn in. See you tomorrow. Keep smiling.

Bevboy


Saturday, June 16, 2018

Post 3731 - Saturday Night Yakking

Sorry I didn't write last night. My body shut down earlier than I would have liked it to. But I am here now.

Patricia has been feeling poorly most of the week. She went to bed early, around 8:30, right after we found out what happened with Rooster on Netflix's "The Ranch". I will go to bed later, probably after I have watched something scary on tv which will keep me awake all night. Maybe there is a channel where I can watch my bank balance dwindle.

Newbie has been in a funny mood all day. He was by the back door, leading to the back landing, for several hours today. Then, this evening, he was in the hallway outside of the living room. When Patricia went to bed, he came upstairs with us for a few minutes. Now, I am not sure where he is.  Maybe the humidity is getting to him.

I haven't read any more of "Dead Skip" in the last two days, so I am not closer to finding out what happened to one of the main characters, whose life is hanging in the balance while another character is trying to find out whodunnit. I am enjoying the book so much that I think when I finish it that I will read one of the other four Joe Gores books I have laying around. A bibliographic blurb about him stated that, as of the 1970's, he had written in excess of 100 short stories. I know that I have read several of them, but the vast majority of them would be uncollected and I may never be able to find them all. What a drag.

What is happening on Sunday? Probably more of what happened on Saturday. I say, bring it on.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Thursday, June 14, 2018

Post 3730 - The Weekend is Here!

Thursday night.

We are off on Friday. Patricia is still recovering from what ails her, so we will likely stay in town on Friday. Up in the air, what happens on Saturday and Sunday.

The book I started on Monday? "Dead Skip" by Joe Gores? Been reading it on my lunch hour this week. Page 64, which is about a third of the way through the novel. Gores was a respected crime writer in his day, but not that many years after his death, he is largely forgotten, and it's a damn shame. Really compelling plot and dialogue, and no wasted scenes. Not one of those bloated, 900 page novels where entire chapters go nowhere, and you wonder why you bother reading the thing.

What else is going on? My latest true crime piece in Frank is going over well. The source I tracked down got back to me and told me how much she liked the article, which is about two of her friends who were sex workers in Halifax, and how they were killed. One of those murders remains unsolved. Halifax's Stepping Stone was founded a couple of years later largely as a result of these two murders, and remains the only organization East of Montreal designed to help sex workers and those who have been trafficked into sex work.

Writing this article was extra hard. Finding the source willing to talk to me was gratifying, and is even more so because she appreciates the end result.

Even the police were helpful this time. I begged them to provide a picture of the victim, as none could be found anywhere else. They opened up their paper files, which had likely not been looked at in quite some time, found a photo they had not shared with the public either ever or for decades, and scanned it in and emailed it to me and my editor, just in time for publication in the current issue of Frank.

Very happy with how the article turned out. I hope you check out the issue of Frank that is currently on newsstands, and let me know what you think of it.

Imma turn in. Been a long day. Earned my beauty coma.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Wednesday, June 13, 2018

Post 3729 - Yawn!

So, I got home at 4:53 this afternoon. At 4:57 my work called, and I worked until 8:30. Patricia made me a sandwich around 8:20 as I hadn't had time to eat anything.

That was my evening.

How was yours?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Tuesday, June 12, 2018

Post 3728 - Two Days Later...

Hi.

Sorry I didn't write last night. I had a migraine headache. I pretty much slept the night away once I got home.

Today, I had to leave work a bit early as Patricia was not feeling well. I will get to work on Wednesday morning extra early to make up the difference.

I cooked some chicken thighs on the barbecue, and we ate them like the carnivores we are.  Patricia had planned to make fajitas tonight but wasn't feeling well enough to prepare them, so it was chicken pieces instead.

I recorded a podcast with Jordan Bonaparte last month. He released it a few days ago, and it has gone... well, "viral" is too strong a word. But we are getting lots of feedback. It was based upon one of my Frank magazine articles.  You can listen to it right here.

I consider it to be one of the saddest articles I have done. As you will learn, he never got a break in life, and so it went in a direction that you might imagine. Unlike some podcasts that go on for hours, this one is only about 25 minutes, so you can listen to it on your way to work or something. Let me know what you think of it.

I'm going to turn in a bit early tonight. I have to get up a little earlier for the reason I specified above.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy




Sunday, June 10, 2018

Post 3727 - Another Weekend In The History Books

It is Sunday night.

I didn't write yesterday because we were running the roads all day. We got home late, and I collapsed in a heap quite early.

Today I made breakfast and we watched some tv in the afternoon. We were gonna do hell and all today but by mid-afternoon, I had to take a nap. Go figure.

This is a four day work week for us. Friday will be my earned day off. Not sure what that spells for us, just yet.

I look forward to telling you guys about what we do on these weekends when we run the roads. Soon. Have patience.

Gotta go. See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Friday, June 8, 2018

Post 3726 - Friday Night Shortcomings

I hope you all had a nice week. I am glad that the weekend is finally here. Of course, now that the weekend is here, the question is, what will we do, and will we have any fun at all?

I did finally finish reading a novel I began last year. It is called "Dirty White Boys". It is by Stephen Hunter, best known for writing the Bob Lee Swagger novels. One of those novels was the basis for a pretty crappy movie called "Shooter", which is now a tv series. At any rate, "Dirty White Boys" held by interest, which is to say when I read it, I couldn't put it down. But I don't read as much as I used to, and finding time to read is not always easy. I look forward to reading much more Hunter, and soon.

The next novel I will read is probably gonna be "Dead Skip" by Joe Gores. Came out in 1972. I got my copy at a fleamarket in New Minas on August 5, 2001, which was a Sunday. I have long enjoyed Gores' writing, a writer who's criminally underrated. I have read a number of his short stories in Elllery Queen's Mystery Magazine, but have never read one of his novels. It is less than 200 pages, so I should be able to read it in short order. I am getting tired of authors producing 1000 page novels and expecting average folks to up and read them.

I have a few more novels by Gores and likely quite a few of his short stories in my collection here at Casa Bevboy.

Saturday morning beckons, as much as I don't want it to. I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy


Thursday, June 7, 2018

Post 3725 - Hello Again!

Hello again, my friends. I have missed you.

Tuesday night my body shut down around 8:30. Wednesday night I spent several hours working on my next Frank true crime piece. I worked on it some more this evening, interviewing a source and summarizing some of her content in a sidebar piece. You will see it next week. I am really pleased with how it turned out, actually. A true mesh of writer and editor, working together to produce good work.

Patricia went to an aerobics place after work, where I met up with her. She was trying to get some shoes for her orthotics, and a sports bra, too. The female sales rep was talking about her own bust size, and I felt uncomfy, so I sat down on a nearby bench until they were done.

We got home, and I showered and got cleaned up so I could work on this article and this blog post.

The weekend is nearly here. We are formulating our plans for it. It will be nothing special. The weekends are becoming more work than the week days are. Getting tiresome, to be honest.

You guys have a good evening. Talk at you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Monday, June 4, 2018

Post 3724 - Monday Night Goings On

How was your day?

I was fairly busy at work all day, which makes the day go by faster, which is only a good thing. I had packed for my lunch quite a bit of food, but only ended up nuking about half of it, which was plenty. I am definitely still off my feed.

After work, we went to Costco to get a few things. When we got home, I made my patent-pending pan-friend haddock. I ate perhaps one third of what i normally consume, and was quite full. Patricia ate a decent helping. There are plenty of left overs for another night, and maybe even more for a third night.

This evening I spoke with a woman who was friends with a murder victim. It will be the basis for an upcoming true crime piece in Frank. I will not soon forget the things she told me over the last two nights. I will be incorporating some of it in my next article. Look for it.

How bored was I afterward? I watched the first period of the hockey game tonight. Three nothing for the Caps after one period. Is there any point in watching the rest of the game? I don't think so.

Imma turning in.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Sunday, June 3, 2018

Post 3723 - Another Weekend Gone

Where did the time go?

I didn't get up until noon. We ate something and spent the afternoon watching episodes of "Suits". I was on the couch, sort of laying down, with Newbie at my feet (he still is, actually, here in my home office).

Patricia prepared dinner and I ate about one third of what I would normally consume. It wasn't because I didn't like it. I am just woefully off my feed the last week or so.

Tonight, I showered and shaved. I am washing some clothes to wear during the week. And I get up in less than eight hours to go off to work for another record-breaking week.

I think someone needs a long vacation.

I think I will turn in. These ten hour days are grueling.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Saturday, June 2, 2018

Post 3722 - Saturday Night Stuff

Welcome back, my friends.

I wish I could say I did a lot today, but I would be lying. I slept in until like 10:30 or so. Made some breakfast for us. By noon, I was resting on the couch, and by 1:30 or so, I went upstairs to take a "short" nap, that lasted for three hours. What the hell is wrong with me?

Tonight I barbecued some sausages, and we watched a few episodes of "Suits" before deciding to watch "The Legend of Tarzan" on Netflix. It was excellent. What a shame it was a box office disappointment.

Because of all the sleep I got, we didn't go to any of the Open Halifax events today. Perhaps we will check out a few on Sunday. But more than likely we will just stay in and do some house cleaning. Oh, joy. Oh, bliss.

I think I will turn in. I want to get back into a regular sleep pattern.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Friday, June 1, 2018

Post 3721 - Friday Night Ramblings

Hello again.

I almost feel as if the blog is starting afresh, somehow. I have been writing it for more than 10 years now, but this latest break was one I thought I wouldn't come back from.

Anyway, while it is just June 1st, it feels very much like Summer in Halifax. The temperatures were close to 30 degrees today. I didn't have the windows down in the Soul, so it was freakishly hot in there when I hopped in at 4:30. We had decided to have a barbecue for dinner, and nothing was thawed out, so I went to the Superstore across from my work and got some hamburger and some sausages and buns. After we got home, I cooked a full package of the ground beef.

The secret to grilling good hamburgers is to go cheap. If you purchase extra lean ground beef, then you will end up with a disappointing result. The burgers will be dry and flavorless, because there is no fat, and that is where the flavor is. If you buy regular ground beef, which was on sale at Superstore this week, more of the the fat inherit in that meat will drip off in the cooking process, still leaving a much-better tasting patty, because there is still some fat left. And it is two bucks a pound this week at Superstore, so get out there and buy some ground beef already.

We spent some time tonight watching Netflix, but the heat was getting to us. This is going to be a long, dry summer, one where we get on each other's nerves. Can we just switch over to mid-September, right now, please? Thank you very much.

I am not sure what is on tap for the weekend. There is the curb-side giveaway this weekend, where you give away stuff you don't want, drive around to other parts of the community and pick up stuff that others don't want, so you end up with a net increase of stuff in your house when it is all over. I still have an "old-fashioned" cd/DVD holder, about 4 feet tall, that you spin around and insert your discs into the slots built into it. Got it at one of those curb-side things back in... 2014, I think it was. Saw it and lugged it to the car, depositing it in the recroom with every intention of using it. But I never have. Maybe I should re-gift it this weekend.

There is also "Open Halifax" this weekend, where offices and sites usually kept closed to the public, and are open. We have never been.

Not sure what we will do, yet. We may do nothing.

Tell you what. I will make a deal with you. Why don't I tell you what we did tomorrow, tomorrow night?

See you then!

Bevboy


Thursday, May 31, 2018

Post 3720 - Where Have You Been?

Well, hello there, handsome.

I must tell you that I deeply regret not having written much lately. I have not been feeling well. Many a night, it was all I could do to get home, throw some food down my throat, and fall asleep in front of the television. Wash. Rinse. Repeat.

I am on some new medication which causes some tiredness, but I did not reckon with this much.

I am also dealing with some issues in my private life, which I remain unable to share with you here, yet. One issue in particular has been very time consuming, taking up hours and hours of my waking life outside of work, causing some of the tiredness I mentioned in the second paragraph.

But, this evening, we said the heck with it all. We had a nice dinner at the sushi place on Queen Street, before we went kitty corner to the library, to see the Anna Mae Pictou-Aquash documentary about her life and 1976 murder. We both learned a lot about what happened to her, but were disappointed to learn that the film came out in 2002. In the intervening years there have been several developments in the case to move the file forward, but there has been no follow up documentary film about those developments. The National Film Board has not deigned to fund this project, which is deeply disappointing. I would almost suggest that the filmmaker approach Netflix, because they seem to fund all kinds of things.

Anyway, after the film was over, there was a question and answer, where we learned more. The library was about to close, so we meandered our way up Spring Garden Road, where we ran into an old friend, long retired from our work, and chatted with him for ten minutes or so. We found our way to the car, and drove home.

It was a lovely evening. We don't have enough of them. We will take advantage of more of these free evenings at the library, and other places, and soon.

I have missed writing these blog posts so much. I have missed you. And I have a steady resolve to improve my output, staring in June, which is just a few hours from now.

I big you all a wonderful evening, and I will talk to you soon.

Bevboy


Friday, May 25, 2018

Post 3719 - Friday Night Musings

Hello, my lovelies.

I don't know what hit me Thursday. I got home from work and didn't eat any dinner. By 6:30, I went upstairs, "for a few minutes", to take a nap. I was down for the night.

Slept in this morning. Got up for a bit and returned to bed, not getting up until 10:30. I showered and cooked steak and eggs for us both. But by 1:30, I was dozing off again, so I napped until nearly 4:30.

Not sure what is wrong with me. A malaise. Laziness. I will have to figure it out.

Part of it may have to do with the abrupt cancellation of "Inner Space" on the Space Channel. It was on Wednesday night. Thursday morning, all three hosts: Ajay Fry, Morgan Hoffman, and Teddy Wilson, along with producers and so on, were marched into a meeting with HR and told their services were no longer required. Bell Media also cancelled Daily Planet over on the Discovery Channel. Two quality programs gone, just like that, with no farewell episodes to say goodbye to fans with.

This news is devastating to genre fans. "Inner Space" was the only Canadian outlet for fans of SF, comics, manga, horror, video games, and related content. It was must see viewing in my house. I even got Patricia into watching it with me several years ago. We are both really gonna miss the show. We are both disgusted with Bell Media over this decision.

It always comes down to money, doesn't it?

Tomorrow we plan a day trip, which I will tell you about tomorrow night. It means we have to get up early, so I think I will turn in. I may be able to find a few more hours of sleep within me.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Wednesday, May 23, 2018

Post 3718 - Sigh

Sooooo much stuff going on in my life. Looking forward to telling you about it.

Soon!

Bevboy

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Post 3717 - Yes!

Yes!

I'm still alive.

I am terribly sorry I haven't written in the last couple of days. Sunday night, I turned in early. I am not sure why, to be honest with you. I got up relatively early on Sunday, and took a nap in the afternoon. Because naps and Sunday afternoons go together so very well.

Early Monday morning we drove to the Valley. It being the latter part of May, I knew the lawn would need to be mowed, and was I ever right! The little push mower, electric powered, that I got a few years ago from a guy on Kijiji, was barely able to handle the lawn. If the lawn were any larger, it would be overwhelmed. At any rate, with the lawn mower, it took me the better part of the morning. At one point, I stepped into a sink hole or something, and nearly broke my leg. That was fun! Remind me to fill in that hole, soon, will you?

After a few hours of fun at the house, we returned to the city, but not before grabbing a bite at Rosie's in Wolfville. It is one of our favourite pubs. We have never had a bad meal there. We got home around 6:15. After scratching Newbie behind the ears, we pretty much turned in for the evening.

Tonight, I drove home by myself because Patricia is out with the girls. They are seeing "Mamma Mia!" at Neptune Theatre. She texted me during the intermission, reporting that the singing was great, but otherwise the play was kinda ho-hum. Which is about the worst thing you can say about something that is supposed to be entertaining, when you think about it. I mean, if a movie or a play or a book, or a whatever, is boring, it has utterly failed in its goal, hasn't it? You can quibble about aspects of the thing you're supposed to be entertained by; but if at the end of the day, you're bored, then the thing failed you. So, it appears that "Mamma Mia!" at Neptune Theatre, has failed Patricia.

I have spent the last couple hours down here in my home office, working on the next missing persons case article for Frank. I have produced a rough draft, which I will work on some more on Wednesday evening.

I have agreed to pick up Patricia when the show is over. Another late night for us both.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies. I miss you all.

Bevboy


Saturday, May 19, 2018

Post 3716 - Sorry

Hi. Sorry I haven't written much lately. It has been all I could do just to make it through the work day, falling asleep in front of Netflix more than a little bit.

I hope to improve in this area, my writing schedule, soon. I just though I'd let you know I'm still alive and out there. But my eyes are heavy and gritty, and I must sleep.

See you as soon as possible.

Miss you all.

Bevboy


Wednesday, May 16, 2018

Post 3715 - A Blog Post, Two Days In A Row?

I know. I just can't believe it.

I wrote a blog post last night. And, tonight, I am writing another one.

Holy mackerel.

Tonight I got home a bit late. Patricia tells me that Newbie was all over her, until I got home, at which point, he ignored her and pounced on me. The little guy likes his humans.

I brought home a couple slices of pizza this evening. They were from a joint in town that we really used to like a lot. But, lately, it has been like ingesting a salt lick. The pizza was so laced with sodium that my arteries are threatening to go on strike. Where can a fella grab a decent slice of pizza in the Halifax area, anyway?

Tomorrow is Thursday, already. I don't know where the week has gone, but there are only two days left in it before we are off for three days. We are firming up our plans already.

It has been a very long day, and I need some sleep before I can face tomorrow, so I will bid you adieu for the nonce.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy


Tuesday, May 15, 2018

Post 3714 - Two Days Later...

Well, darn.

Sorry about that.

I had every intention to write a post last evening, but my body shut down around 8:30. I thought I might wake up in time to write something, but that just didn't happen. When I went to bed, I was down for the count.

Not sure what is hitting us. A case of the blah's. Something we ate. Too much hard work (hah!!). But staying up until even 10pm lately is a challenge. It is now 10:16, and I know I have to hit the hay soon in order to be functional in the morning. Am I getting old? Is that it?

Sigh.

Say, Sobeys has a free shopping bag replacement program. When I bought the used 19" monitor from a guy a few weeks ago, he placed it in a heavy plastic Sobey's shopping bag. It had a big rip in it. We were about to throw it out when we learned that Sobeys replaces such bags for free. We had to go there this evening, to the one one Windsor Street, and they cheerfully replaced the one I got for free, with another one, also gratis. It would have cost us 99 cents to buy it, so there you go. When this one eventually breaks (like, a week from Tuesday), they will replace it again, for free. Just thought you would like to know. You're welcome.

We have two three day weekends coming up. So excited!

I think I will turn in.

And I will try to write something tomorrow night, which will make two nights in a row here. We will have to have a party or something.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy




Sunday, May 13, 2018

Post 3713 - Did You Miss Me?

Well, hello there, people!

I have been dealing with some stuff lately. Not feeling well. Logy. Et cetera. Many a night, I would go to bed very early. An example was Friday night, when I turned in early, but was up early, too. I was on call for work and had to hang around the phone all day. At the same time I was cleaning out the car so Patricia could take old bills and things to the Halifax Shopping Centre where they had a free shredder you could throw such things into. We got rid of two boxes' worth. Lastly, I had to get up early yesterday because I was getting one of those smart water meters installed in the house. I had three reasons to get up early yesterday.

We both turned in early last night.

Today we just lazed around the house. Patricia watched the first episodes of "Genius", about Pablo Picasso. I napped. Cooked salmon on the barbecue. Watched some tv. And decided I should write a blog post to say hello.

I am going to do my best to get this blog back on a regular schedule. I know all 4.7 of you like to know what is going on in my world. Most of the time, the answer is, not very much, as you well know by reading this crap.

Today is Mother's Day. It made me think of my mother, who died in January of 2015. I think of her a lot, maybe too much. She checked out very suddenly as the result of a form of influenza that swept through her nursing home, killing the woman in the very next room to hers, actually. I think of Mom, and I feel sad; but I think of the disrespect accorded to her by people who should have been close to her, and I become angry, so I try not to think about that too much.

My friend A.J. Thomas exhorted the parishioners at the church he runs, and his followers on Twitter, not to assume that Mother's Day is a happy day for everyone. Bless his little heart, because it no longer is for me. I am happy for those who have mothers, and those who are mothers; but we didn't want to go anywhere today because of the palpable reminders of what I have lost in recent years, and what effects they would have on my mental outlook. I will probably feel the same way next month when Father's Day rolls around. There is too much sadness about these two days for me  to enjoy them, even appreciate them, on any real level. Whether this is a function of my advancing years, or signs of a funk I may be in, I am not sure.

Tomorrow morning beckons. Another work week awaits me. I think I will go and take on the day.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Monday, May 7, 2018

Post 3712 - Monday Monday

I will be having an early night tonight. I am showered and shaven and ready to hit the hay.

Newbie has been all over me again this evening. I am not sure if he is depressed or if he thinks I am and is trying to console me. Hard to say.

Patricia has already conked out for the evening. She fell asleep during "Inner Space".

I think I will go join her.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Sunday, May 6, 2018

Post 3711 - Casting Pods

I am back home from Jordan Bonaparte's place.

We recorded two upcoming episodes of The Nighttime Podcast. They are discussions of two cases I have written about for Frank. I think they turned out fine, and more importantly, so does Jordan. I look forward to their release so you can let me know what you thought of them.

After we work out a few kinks, of my own mostly, we hope to record three or even four such podcasts in one sitting, to maximize our time.

I'm pretty excited about this. It is extra advertising for my work in Frank, Frank itself, and keeps these stories alive in another medium. And those of you who have complained that my writing is behind a paywall will rejoice in the knowledge that the podcasts can be listened to for free, and can be part of a shared experience where you listen to one of my appearances and then discuss our findings with each other. This is all good. It is a win-win-win situation for everyone.

Other than that, my day was average. Slept in. Patricia had a wood working thing all afternoon, so I took that time to do some cleaning up around here and make us a nice steak dinner on the barbecue. The angus beef was really really good, but we have probably both consumed too much beef lately. After we plow through the hamburger in the fridge, we will take a break from it. Maybe we will start barbecuing asparagus or something. Yeah. Asparagus.

It is back to the grindstone on the morrow. Weekends go by too quickly, as I have noted here far too many times.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Saturday, May 5, 2018

Post 3710 - Saturday Night Musings

Hello, handsome.

Today was a fairly pleasant day, punctuated by plenty of sleep. Late this morning we went to the semi-annual book sale at the Halifax Forum. It is to raise funds for some music program. Books are quite inexpensive. I got a couple Michael Connelly Harry Bosch novels. I have about two dozen Connelly books now. I really must read one, sometime.

Also got a Stephen Kimber book about life in Halifax during World War II. I already had it, but this one was in paperback and only a dollar. I could not resist. Also got a book called "Bully Pulpit", about Theodore Roosevelt and Howard Taft" and their relationship.

People misunderstand the term bully pulpit, but it was not at all a bad thing one hundred years ago to have one. Today's perception of the term just speaks to how the language has changed, and continues to change.

I got six pretty good books for less than twenty dollars.

From there we went to a craft store on Hunter Street. We taste tested kimchi. It was more edible than the vile crap Patricia bought in Wolfville recently, so she got it. She also bought me a sampler of ten different razor blades to use in my razor. As you may recall, I only use safety razors now. No more Mach 3 or anything like that. I get perfectly excellent shaves from safety razors. This sampler pack will have subtly different blades in it I can use to decide which I should buy on a go forward basis. The vendor also sold razors to house these blades. I was tempted to get one, as the one I got is a Lord razor I got on Amazon for about 13 dollars. Similar to the one my father had when I was growing up, and which I wish I still had.

Then we went to the local Sobeys and got a few things. We returned home in time to meet our new neighbours. The place next door was on the market for maybe two weeks. Just a few days ago the previous owner, who had used it as rental property for a long time, told me that place had been inspected and the new owners would be moving in "soon". I took "soon" to mean a few weeks. This was a really, really quick sale experience for everyone.

The place next to them was also sold recently. The present owners will be moving "soon" to who knows where. They're the ones who gave me my first computer desk, which I still have here in this home office/library.

Anyway, after I put the food away, I ended up taking a two and a half hour nap. I was beat for some reason. Got up in time to barbecue some dinner. The barbecue's starter is working just fine today. Tonight we watched the rest of "Kill Bill part two" and some other stuff on Netflix. We started to watch "iZombie" until we both realized we did not care about the show any more. We erased the recording and canceled future recordings. We will not miss the show. Will likely do the same thing with "Lucifer" in the near future.

Tomorrow, Patricia has a thing downtown. I will hang back, ostensibly to do some work around the house, but more than likely take a nap. Hell's wrong with me, anyway?

You guys take care of each other. See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Friday, May 4, 2018

Post 3709 - Friday Night

Hi again, you silly people.

My body shut down pretty early Thursday night, so no blog post. Not that you noticed or anything.

It was a busy day at work. After work, we drove to Dartmouth to go to Gateway Meat Market. Patricia got a lot of stuff and it came to less than sixty dollars. Not even Wal*Mart can compete with their prices.

I barbecued our dinner last night. Chicken breasts. I have noticed that the tank was running low, but since it worked fine I figured it would last a while longer.

Wrongo.

Today, we were off. I tried to fire up the barbie around 11:15, but ti would not turn over at all. I could hear the hiss of gas being released into the barbecue, but nothing I did would make it start. The starter is often the first thing to go, but it had worked quite well Thursday night.

Unhappy, I disconnected the tank and drove off. Costco has by far the best price on tank refills. On the way, I went to the Wal*Mart and got a couple of those starter thingies, You pull the trigger, and it produces a momentary flame good enough to start a barbecue, or light a candle, or whatever it is you want to to. Got it just in case the starter on the barbecue was no more good. Then, I went to Costco. After waiting a little while, because there were folks ahead of me, the man filled up the tank. He gave me a sticky note which indicated the price of the fill up, which was less than five dollars. You take the sticky note to a side entrance, pay the amount, and take the receipt back to the guy who had filled the tank. Once he sees the receipt, he gives you your tank back. Pretty easy.

On the way back, I went to the bakery we like in Lakeside and got some scones.

Then, back home, I reconnected everything. The starter was still stubborn, so I broke out  one of the devices I had just purchased at Wal*Mart. After a moment, the barbecue turned over, and I cooked more chicken, and a few hot dogs. They were really good.

So, now, we have a filled-up tank, which cost just over five dollars with tax. The starter cost about the same amount. This all means that we will have the full use of the barbecue for the balance of this season, and it will be really cheap.

We like our barbecue, maybe a little too much. Pants are getting too tight.

Tomorrow morning we will attend the used book sale at the Forum. It is held twice a year. We went six months ago, and things were a bit picked over. Hoping to get some real gems tomorrow. I will let you know what treasures we find!

I think I will turn in. Eyes are bugging out of my head.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy


Wednesday, May 2, 2018

Post 3708 - Radio News

More than a few jocks have written, and told me, that they have not made it in the business unless/until they have been fired at least once. Perhaps it is a philosophical approach to no longer being employed, a way to justify to themselves, and their families, why they lost their jobs. I am probably over thinking. Better put:  I say it's spinach, and I say the hell with it.

I have stories of two recent dismissals.

Cub Carson, late of Live 105 in Halifax, and more recently back in Ottawa, has been fired yet again from his radio gig. When a person as talented as Cub loses his job, what does that say about the industry as a whole? What the hell is wrong with the management in Ottawa that they cannot see he's one of the best morning hosts in the country?

And Scott Boyd, who left Cape Breton last year with some fanfare, to become the GM of Grand Prairie's Vista Radio ain't the GM no more. They "parted ways", as the common parlance goes. No doubt Scott will return to Cape Breton now and reunite with his wife and remember the good old days when he was on Breakfast Television every morning. 

A bit off topic, I know; but why do the broadcasting schools like Fanshawe and NSCC Waterfront and all the others, continue to accept students year after year, knowing that there are fewer and fewer jobs, and many of those jobs are entry level, paying crap wages? They may as well go into aluminum siding.

I'm a snarky guy tonight, huh? You'd think I wasn't regular or something. I assure you I am.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy



Tuesday, May 1, 2018

Post 3707 - Finally Did It

I bought some shoes after work.

I usually only buy shoes when the ones I am wearing are falling apart. That was the case with the pair of shoes I was wearing recently. I put on another pair, which were also old, and noticed they were past the point of being appropriate to wear. I think I have a third pair of shoes that are likely in the same state.

It was time to buy some new ones.

So, after work, we drove to the Wal*Mart in Bayer's Lake and went to work. In 15 minutes, we found two pairs of shoes suitable to wear to work, and a pair of running shoes to boot. I will proceed to wear them until they are falling apart, whereupon I will purchase yet new ones.

Men are like that.

Women, of course, buy shoes by the score. Women don't wear out shoes. They grow tired of wearing them, after the third week or so, and move on to other pairs.

So, folks at work reading this. Tomorrow I will wear a new pair of shoes. Please compliment me on them. You can not mention my hair just this one time and focus on my shoes. It is all good, brother.

We have been nodding off the last couple of hours. I think I will give into these entreaties and call it a night.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Monday, April 30, 2018

Post 3706 - A Few Days Later...

Did you miss me? Did you notice I was gone?

I am sorry I didn't write the last few days. Friday was crazy busy. I was up until 12:30 Saturday morning doing stuff.

But before that...

I paid off two of my debts.

Thursday I went to the local Royal Bank branch and got a bank draft for a very large amount of money, at least large by my standards. Likely by yours, as well. I stored that bank draft in the binder I use to keep my true crime stuff for Frank in. The whole time, I feared I would lose the bank draft.

Friday came. My appointment with the credit union was for one pm. I made sure I was there with time to spare. I presented the loans officer with the bank draft. She knew what to do with it. In short order, the mastercard's balance went to zero. A moment later, the loan I had been doggedly paying down the last few years ceased to exist. I told Pam that part of the loan payment was the result of my taking over my late mother's hearing aid loan. She bought new hearing aids a few months before she died. Pam looked at me pityingly and said that when her mom died, they took her hearing aids back to Costco, which issued a prompt refund. The place where Mom got her hearing aids (and batteries) refused to accept either. My sister literally threw the hearing aids in the garbage. I ended up taking over that debt, which was a few thousand dollars. Thanks, sis. If I ever need hearing aids, I will get them through a place like Costco, and not some local company that has a crap return policy.

It cost me a lot, but those debts are gone. Now, I will pay down my two Visa cards. The balances are not huge. They will be paid off in a couple of months, at which time they will be revolving credit cards, meaning I pay them off in full every month.

So very pleased.

Saturday I went to the Valley. I had some business at the house. I learned in the afternoon that I owed a bit of money on my taxes this year, so I paid that amount right away. It was barely in time for the tax deadline. I was not happy that they took two weeks to do my taxes. I do not have a complex tax situation. I was not pleased at all. I may take my business elsewhere next year.

That evening I stayed in and listened to the K-Rock request show for a while until a friend told me about a Colorado radio station's blues show. I streamed that and loved it. I may make it part of my weekly ritual going forward.

Sunday, before returning to the city, I got a few things at the IGA in Wolfville. They have some amazing deals if you look for them. Meat is always discounted 30% or even 50%. This time I noticed three small packages of scallops at 30% off, making them nearly affordable. I got all three and cooked them when I got home. I also brought back some honey from Wood 'n' hive in Port Williams. It is run by the brother of a girl I went to elementary school with in the 1970's. We had a nice chat. This "girl" is now a doctor, my age of course, who is planning to retire in the next decade. She and hubby just walked across parts of the U.K., as some kind of recreation.

By Sunday night I was dozing off in the chair, so I turned in relatively early.

Today was another work day, because weekends go by far too quickly. I bought a widescreen monitor from a guy this afternoon who didn't want me to go to his place because he didn't want to give out his address. He promised me the monitor worked and sent me some pictures apparently proving it, so I took a chance. When I got it home, I hooked it up to a laptop, and it worked fine. I hooked it up to this computer in my home office, and am pleased to report that it works very well indeed. A nice twenty dollar investment. And it is the same model of monitor that came with this computer when I bought it in 2009! Sort of like old home week.

You are now caught up with my life. In the space of four days, I got the biggest pay cheque of my life, and spent the vast majority of it within 24 hours, but I feel so much better knowing it went to something good for me. I have a savings plan in place to salt away some shekels. Two credit cards will be paid off every month. My CPP and EI premiums are paid off for the balance of 2018. The money freed up by the debt repayments will be saved for things for the house. I like this arrangement a lot.

What will tomorrow bring?

Let's find out!

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Thursday, April 26, 2018

Post 3705 - Even Closer!

Payday today.

I was not allowing myself to believe it, but it did happen. The biggest paycheque in my life landing in my bank account. And by this time tomorrow, a big arse debt that I have been dutifully paying down will no longer exist.

To celebrate the extra coin, I took Patricia to our new fave breakfast place, which is Smitty's in downtown Halifax. I dropped her off so I could park the car. By the time I got in, I noticed that Patrica was sitting in our usual spot, and our usual server, Emily, was giving her the 411. I remarked to her what i just wrote, and then quipped that i wanted my usual. Without even blinking, she asked if it was that Western eggs benny with avocado, with a fruit cup on the side. We both looked shocked, and I stammered that it was. Emily admitted she could not remember whether I liked the yolks soft, medium, or hard. I reminded her I liked them medium. Patricia said she wanted the same thing.

We don't go in there THAT often. This was perhaps the third time in 2018. Yet Emily remembered us, and what our favourite dish was.

Guess who got a 30% tip this morning? Hint: It was not Patricia or me.

Mid-morning I took care of a financial issue that I will discuss on Friday. Lunch time was spent on the first floor of my work, where we feted a guy who's retiring in the next few days. The place will not be the same without him.

After work, I picked up Patricia, and then we drove to Atlantic News, on the corner of Queen and Morris Streets. They put aside EQMM and AHMM for me. Simply not economical to subscribe to them anymore. It is cheaper to buy them this way, at full cover price. That done, we went to the Chinese place up the street, where we ended up ordering far too much food, two thirds of which we ended up bringing home.

We went to Costco after that and got a few things. Hey, if you like McCafe coffee by the tin, it is 43% cheaper to buy it there than at a regular grocery store. For the same amount of money I see the 950g tin at, say, Superstore, you get a 1.36kg tin of coffee. A heck of a good deal, and very good coffee. I bought two. Also got some led bulbs because they were marked down, and a book on the Halifax explosion that I didn't already have.

A very productive day.

Friday promises to be even more so. Debt, it was (not so) nice knowing you. So excited!!

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Wednesday, April 25, 2018

Post 3704 - Almost!

Pay day is tomorrow. The biggest pay cheque in my life is but hours away.

Another work day. Another barbecue this evening. After we ate, I washed most of the dishes. It is embarrassing not to have any clean adult-sized forks in the house. The little ones, for salads I guess, are not meant for my big hands.

Oh, if you are keeping score, and these things are important to you, I will not have a true crime piece in the next issue of Frank. I simply cannot produce an article for every issue, not with a full time job and a bunch of other stuff going on in my life. I am shooting toward having an article in the next next issue, out in three weeks. Sorry about that.

Tomorrow is a tumultuous day. Did I mention I am getting the biggest pay cheque in like ever? I did. Sorry.

I think I will turn in. Sugar plums are dancing in my head.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Tuesday, April 24, 2018

Post 3703 - Tuesday Night

Hi.

I didn't write last evening because I pretty much turned in for the evening at 5:30. I watched some of the news and then drifted off for the night. I don't know if I am fighting something, or what. I just know that I cannot account for my Monday night.

Felt much better today. After work, we went to Costco. We got some beef patties, and I ended up barbecuing all of them. Two-thirds of them are in the fridge. Took out some chicken from the freezer tonight. May barbecue that tomorrow night. Barbecue time is here again!!

So, I got an email on Sunday, and then two more on Monday, and a final reminder today for extreme good measure. The long service award payout thing I told you about last month? Well, I will get mine this coming Thursday. This morning I logged on to our employee self service web portal and saw the amount of this pay cheque, which contains this payout. It is the biggest pay cheque with my name on it that I have ever seen, or ever will see again. I will probably download it and add it to my dropbox in a folder called "Bevboy's Biggest Paycheque Ever". I will look at it from time to time in my inevitable dotage.

Barring some unforeseen circumstance, I will be using a big chunk of that money to pay off a couple of debts I have been gradually paying down. As I wrote before, the major debt will be paid off nearly two years sooner than I had expected. While I am taking a big tax hit, the money I am freeing up every two weeks will come close to making up for that hit, within 18 months. So, the debt will be gone, and the tax hit I am taking to get this money now will be offset by the money no longer going to this debt (which will no longer exist), by Hallowe'en of 2019, maybe even a bit sooner.

Furthermore, I will be maxing out my CPP and EI premiums for all of 2018 out of this pay, so I will not have to contribute to those plans for the balance of the year. This makes subsequent pays even larger until January of 2019. Not too shabby.

Other guys at work were and are pretty excited to be getting this money. They have plans for this money as I do. Apparently, some 1500 civil servants will be getting some form of pay out this coming Thursday. While it is none of my business, and I will never know, I do wonder what the largest single payout this Thursday will be. Not who's getting it; just what is the amount?

You just gotta know that civil servants will be going on a shopping spree in the coming week or so. Big screen tv's, large barbecues, and late-model cars will be disappearing from local stores. Men will take their sweethearts not to the Pizza Delight buffet, but to Da Maurizio instead.

Me? Once I get this debt paid off, I start saving up to replace a bunch of windows in my house. And the doors at each entrance. Real sexy stuff, huh? Hubba hubba.

I think I will turn in.

Thursday, payday, can't get here soon enough!

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Sunday, April 22, 2018

Post 3702 - Sunday Night

Well, hello there, handsome.

Man, did I sleep in this morning! All three of us: Patricia, Newbie, and I, all had a hard time getting up. When we did, we were logy. I made us something to eat, but I will be darned if I can remember what it was.

By early afternoon, I was washing dishes, and Patricia was trying to retrieve gardening stuff from the shed, only to discover that the shed was full of stuff, and she had to spend the next two and a half hours cleaning out the shed, with me helping and staying out of her way. I did go to the other shed (yes, we have two sheds on the property) and dig out some patio furniture and the barbecue. Hooked it up, and it worked. Decided to cook some chicken breasts on it for dinner. They were delicious.

We threw a lot of stuff out of the shed and into garbage bags. We will likely have to take a trip to the local landfill and deal with it that way. The wheelbarrow I have had for... a lot of years is just not fit to use. It is all rusted through. The wheel part of the barrow doesn't hold air. It will go. The chaise longue I bought just a couple of years ago has some rust on it, and is faded to boot. Seemed really nice at the Kent store in Bayer's Lake, but once we got it home its impracticality came shining through. I will not miss it. And somehow over the years we acquired far more snow and ice scrapers and snowbrushes than two people will ever need. Some of them are going. Other things, too. L'histoire!

This evening we watched this week's episode of "The Good Fight", which is even better in season two than it was in season one. Much more disappointing was "Imposters", which in its season two has forgotten what made its season one so enjoyable. The main characters are scattered hither and yon. There are parallel stories that are not going anywhere, and too many other characters I don't care about. Why are there so many sophomore slumps when it comes to tv shows?

It is back to reality tomorrow. Where do these silly weekends go, anyway?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Saturday, April 21, 2018

Post 3701 - Saturday Musings

So, I have been thinking about Lindsay Kanitha Souvannarath, Randell Shepherd, and James Gamble. They were the young people who plotted to open fire at the Halifax Shopping Centre food court a few years ago. The plot was foiled when someone tipped off the police, and the police arrested Shepherd and her. The police were closing in on Gamble when he killed himself with the firearm he was going to use to kill his parents before he and Lindsay carried out their plan. This transpired in a house down the road from where I live.

We dodged one, didn't we?

But, it can happen again, if not here, then somewhere else.

There are plenty of young people out there who are disaffected and pissed off at the world because they perceive the world has done them wrong. They are usually poorly educated, underemployed if not unemployed, and have few prospects for a positive future. They were bullied in school. They feel worthless, are miserable, and painfully single. They are a seething cauldron of anger looking for an outlet. Because of some out-there websites and chatrooms that I have never bothered to look up, and won't, they find others who share their twisted beliefs. And, sometimes, they start to plot things best not considered.

Except for the education thing, I was a lot like them.

I was bullied in school. I was made to feel worthless, and unintelligent. I was worried nearly to death I'd end up unemployed, unemployable, and disaffected. I was as single as a fella could get. I also had the anger, the kind of anger that my family is known for, and which has got many of them in trouble over the years.

When I was their age, the internet was... well, we had Compuserve and BBS's, which had chatrooms, and I'm guessing that some of them were off the beaten path. 

I do not recall anybody in particular who took me under their wing to set me on the straight and narrow. I just realized the path that I was on would not work out well for me. I changed schools, and left the bullies behind. My grades improved. I finished high school and got a university education. I really feel that my education is what saved me from a life that might have spiraled out of control.

People like the ones who plotted the shooting need to be dealt with by the courts. Don't get me wrong. But society needs to do more to prevent people from getting that way in the first place. Maybe treating people with a bit more respect, especially the ones who are not fitting in socially, would go a long way to helping them.

What are your thoughts on this?

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Friday, April 20, 2018

Post 3700 - Well, Not Really

Welcome, sort of, to post 3700.

As I have stated before, the blog post numbering has been thrown off a few times over the years. The number of posts is somewhat higher than 3700. I keep meaning to find out what that number is, and start numbering at the next number beyond that. But not tonight.

I didn't write last evening because, as I have noted before, my body shut down early. 9:30 or so, and I was out like a light. I am not sure the reason for this. Could be the new job, or the lousy weather, or some personal stuff, or even something else.

Friday was another typical day at work. I could look out the window and see the snow coming down at one point and remaking that it was April 20th, and I had my snow tires removed a week ago, and that it has no business snowing on April 20th. And, yet, it was snowing, on April 20th. Did I mention i had my snow tires removed last week? And that today is April 20th?

After work, we went to Fredie's Fantastic Fishhouse in Bayer's Lake. Parked the car and noticed that Dhaba, in addition to the Indian restaurant, now operates an Indian grocery store. Had no idea it was there. We went in, and Patricia fell in love with the place. She bought numerous spices and sauces and rice and other things. She promises to be in the kitchen for a big chunk of the weekend. I hope we have butter chicken!

We wandered over to the Dhaba restaurant, a couple of units up from the grocery store. We found out the hard way that one needs reservations to eat there. I am not used to going to any restaurant in these here parts and requiring a reservation to get in. I guess this speaks to the quality of the place. Patricia says we ate there several years ago, but I don't have any recollection of that. So, maybe soon, we will call and reserve a spot to have dinner there.

We ended up at Fredie's and sat down next to an older couple who normally eat at Fries and Company, over on Chebucto Road. We have never been impressed with the place. The woman was openly complaining about Fredie's. The fish pieces were too small. The plastic forks were cheap (I have never seen elaborate plastic forks. Have you?). The paper plates were flimsy. You'd think that Fries and Company was haute cuisine or something, and that this couple had deigned to eat something else.

After their delightful company, we were only too glad to get out of there. Not yet ready to go home, we drove out to Tantallon. Otis & Clementine's was closed, so we went into the Home Hardware. They had a few barbecues for sale, but nothing that really grabbed me. They gave me a catalogue from which I can order a higher end bbq, though. I also learned that they will assemble the thing for free, saving untold numbers of marriages in the land, and will deliver it for a nominal fee. We may take them up on that offer.

We drove around a bit more, checking out the area where the proposed new development is supposed to go. I don't know what the complaining is all about. The current area is literally a wooded swamp. Replacing that with a bunch of rental units and retail makes perfect sense to me. Should have happened years ago.

At the nearby Superstore, we got some cheap chicken pieces, and half price mushrooms. We now have so many mushrooms we wish we could ingest them to get high, but they are the wrong kind of mushrooms, so we will have to eat them, instead.

After getting home, we noted that the property next door had been sold. It only went on the market maybe two weeks ago. The place was a rental property for the 17 years I have lived here, and for quite a few years before that. I have seen plenty of neighbours come and go over the years. The owner got fed up with renting for some reason and spent a bunch of money to spruce the place up and then sold it for a good price. I hope we end up with nice people as neighbours. We have had one or two jerks over the years.

And, the place next door to that, also sold this week. It took them a few years to sell their place. I will miss Rose and Andrew. The other computer desk in my home office came from their house. They offered it for free online, and I spoke up for it, not realizing how close by they were. I was worried about how I'd get the thing home, until I learned they were two doors up the street! Dad and I added a side shelf a year or so later. It presently holds my media server. It was probably a good idea that we used three shelf brackets to hold that shelf/ledge in place!

It has been a long day, and a long week. I need my beauty coma.

If I think of it, I will share my thoughts with you about the proposed shooting at the Halifax Shopping Centre, tomorrow night.

See you then.

Bevboy


Wednesday, April 18, 2018

Post 3699 - Wednesday Night

Sorry I didn't write last night. My body shut down around 8:30.

Today was another day at work. Patricia has been taking a few vacation days this week but thinks she will be back to work tomorrow. It means I can be home a bit sooner than usual. She has been having a hot dinner waiting every night. Much appreciated!

I saw the new issue of Frank at the Superstore across from my work, at 7:30 this morning. My article about the 1981 murder of Sadie Mae Rogers is in there, occupying two and a half pages. The article, plus a bunch of very rare reprints of articles and a vintage photo of an early reporter on the Rogers murder, Doug Harkness.

As things stand, I am not sure what my article will be for the next issue of Frank. I am considering a few cases, but which one will have enough information to justify an article, I cannot yet say. I am not trying to be circumspect. I just plain don't know.

We finished watching the first season of "Lost in Space" this evening. My goodness, what a good show. Edge-of-your-seat stuff from top to bottom. People complain about "Netflix bloat", which is when they try to fill, say, eight episodes of story into 12 episodes of show. I have found there was very little of that with "Lost in Space". If anything, I would have liked them to have made the season a bit longer than ten episodes. Check it out. You will not regret it.

It is late, very late. I need to get up in less than six and a half hours before I get up again. Groundhog Day.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Monday, April 16, 2018

Post 3698 - What Would You Say?

This morning, my friend Scott Simpson (late of News 95.7, presently Program Director of News Talk 1290, CJBK in London, Ontario, posted on his Facebook a short video of himself as a 19 year old. He expressed a wish that he could talk to that much-younger version of himself and what he would say. He asked his FB friends what we would say to our 19 year old selves.

He caught me in a quiet, contemplative, pensive mood.

I wrote that I would tell that young man, who had been bullied in junior high school to within an inch of his life, and who had graduated high school without ever dated, and who was in his sophomore year at Acadia University and used to being beaten down, that things would get better. I would tell "Bevboy" that he was not stupid, not useless, and that he deserved happiness. That he was a good person. To find a way to hang in there.

And, of course, I did hang in there. It was not easy, because I did not have that pep talk when I was 19. I wish I had.

What would you tell YOUR 19 year-old self if you could?

You know how to respond: through FB, writing a comment to this post, or dropping me a line here. Just try to put "19 year old" in the subject line.

Short post tonight, I know. Gives you more time to write me!

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Sunday, April 15, 2018

Post 3697 - Sunday Night

Another weekend is over. In far-too-few hours I will have to get up and start another work week.

I didn't write on Saturday because we were running the roads all day and got back late. We were both exhausted from our intense labours and collapsed abed not long after we got home.

Today was about us relaxing from yesterday. We watched some stuff from the PVR, along with a few episodes of the new "Lost in Space", which is great fun.

The new Frank comes out this week. I will tell you that my contribution is about the 1981 murder of Sadie Mae Rogers in Amherst. First murder in Amherst since the 1930's, and I don't think there has been one since. A damn shame that this dear, sweet old lady should be murdered, and her murderer has still never been brought to justice. I hope that killer is still alive, and that my article, if he sees it, makes him feel uncomfortable. All the details are in the new Frank, out this week.

If you know anything about the murder of Sadie Mae Rogers, you can write me right here. I promise to keep your name confidential if you ask me to.

Another work week commences in hours. Yippee.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Friday, April 13, 2018

Post 3696 - Friday Night

How was your day?

We dipped over to Dartmouth this morning to see our tax accountant. Taxes are due in the next couple of weeks, as you Canadians know.

After that, we got breakfast at the Cora's in Burnside. Cora's is a place that plenty of people go to, but that particular one was not very busy at all.  Patricia had salmon eggs benny. I had something called "Jo Construction", consisting of eggs and too much meat.

We checked out "Goody's" after that, which apparently is what they call Goodwill stores now. Turns out today was 95cent book day, so I got eight books. They also have a "buy three, get one free deal", so I got those eight books for $5.70 cents, of 71.25 cents per book.  I got a "Game of Thrones" novel that we didn't already have, plus the latest Steve Berry Cotton Mather thriller. It came out in paperback in January and would retail for nearly $13.00, so I got a good deal! Got six more books of note, too, but they're upstairs and I'm tired. If you must know what I got, let me know, and I will list them tomorrow night.

(There is a friend on Facebook who lives in the States. He is forever going to his local thrift stores and purchasing books for something like ten cents apiece, and putting pictures of them on his Facebook. I am for some reason fascinated by these posts. Perhaps I should put up a few of my own!)

We then went to the "Bibles for Missions" thrift store on the outskirts of Bedford. I was on the hunt for a cheap arse widescreen computer monitor, like the one I'm staring at now. It was less than six dollars there last year. Would be super sweet to get another one for the other desktop computer in this home office.

But they had nothing, and I got nothing. But Patricia got some clothes and other things, totaling exactly $21. But I had got her a $20 gift certificate from that place for Christmas, so she was out of pocket one whole dollar.

From there we went to Guy's Frenchy's, which is sort of across the street. She got more clothes and some bedding. After spending the gift card I got for her there for Christmas, she was out of pocket just over $30.

We returned home around 4:20. Patricia napped while I snacked and watched a bit of tv. I did some work this evening.

An eventful day, and three thrift stores. I love those places!

Tomorrow we have some plans which I will tell you about in short order. Until then, I really should turn in, because there is plenty to do on Saturday!

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy

Thursday, April 12, 2018

Post 3695 - The Weekend Is Here

Yes, the weekend is here. And, I'm broke, even though it's payday.

Yes. We got the car back. Over five hundred smackers of work, and storage, and taxes.

Rather than lug the tires back and forth, we are spending $69 to store them. I learned that they are actually stored somewhere in Lakeside. We live in Timberlea, which is one community away from Lakeside. So, yes, the tires for our car, and other folks' cars, are stored mere minutes from where I type these words. And we are paying good money for this privilege.

So, the "all season" tires are on. Balanced. Aligned, too. Two different processes. Oil change. Fluid fill up. Brake check. Checking that the seal was still good around the windshield. Et cetera.

There was no discussion about the warranty being threatened, so that was good.

Had a few minutes to kill before the shuttle took us to work. The new, 2018, Soul's "only" have an 8 year, 160 000 km warranty. Ours has 8 year, 200 000km. We appear to have a better warranty. No regrets about getting our car!

After work, on the way home, we went to the fish and chips place in Bayer's Lake, Fredie's Fish and Chips. Still an awesome place. I found an insurance pink sheet on the ground. Still in effect. Took in to Fredie's. They said they would call the guy if they had to. That is but one small example of the customer service in that place! Above and beyond.

We are off on Friday. Gotta get up relatively early and head over to Dartmouth to meet with our tax accountant. Then, we head back to Halifax to attend Patricia's Gaelic class. The teacher keeps asking Patricia about me, and this is the last class for several months, so I guess I will go. I will  understand nothing except when they say my name, but them's the breaks.

There are other plans for the weekend, and some important work, too. I can't put it off any longer.

You folks have a good evening. Bark at ya tomorrow.

Bevboy


Wednesday, April 11, 2018

Post 3694 - Two Blog Posts In A Row? Are You Kidding Me?

Yeah, the title.

I just filed my latest cold case article with my editor at Frank. Another vintage unsolved murder. You will be able to read it next week.

After we got home tonight, we went to the shed behind the house and dragged and rolled the summer tires out and stuffed them in the back seat. Barely fit. We will take the dealership up on the offer of storing the tires on site. It costs a bit, but we are both tired of lugging them back and forth. They take up space and are a pain to store at the best of times. Money well spent.

Tomorrow morning we take the Soul in to the dealership, there to have the honour of spending $500 on "required" service. I just love it when I get a few extra bucks and have to spend them on something unplanned.

I have to get up early tomorrow, so I plan to turn in early to boot.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy




Tuesday, April 10, 2018

Post 3693 - Tuesday NIght

Gee, did you miss me?

I feel just awful, not writing on a regular basis. People are walking up to me on the street and asking me what is wrong with me.

The answer is... I'm not sure.

The last two nights, I turned in early. Monday night, I pretty much just slept the night away. We didn't even watch "American Idol".

Monday, I took a vacation day, and spent the bulk of it at the archives, with mixed results. I spent several hours researching one story, and found nearly nothing. The second one, a vintage unsolved murder, revealed more information. A third story, one I have been picking away for 8 months or so, once again revealed nothing. I was disappointed, but that is the way with research. Many a time, hours of research can yield little or nothing.

And, today, whilst I was waiting for Patricia to show up at the Superstore parking lot, I chanced to look up at the little service reminder sticker in the upper left hand corner of the windshield. The date of April '18 and some five digit number were there, representing the assumed mileage. The second digit of the number looked like a five to me, if a deformed one. Realizing that I may be behind the service contract, I got on the Ameche to the KIA service department. After I told them who I was, I scheduled the service (brakes, oil, a multi-point service blah blah), plus moved up the swap out of the Winter tires for the Summer ones from April 30th, all to this Thursday, the 12th.

The over all amount, including the cost of them storing the tires at the dealership rather than lug them back and forth, is over $500.

$500.

My frig, I am not sure what is worse. Having a car that's falling apart and needs a ton of work to keep on the road; or a brand-new car that requires services in order to maintain a warranty.

They are supposed to send us email notifications, to alert us to work that has to be done to the car, but none came.

I have to hope that we have not challenged the warranty. According to them, we are 2000 kilometres over due. The date and the mileage (with what looks like a five, but they may think is a three) may cause us some grief. I am not sure what will happen if they decide we have voided the warranty. No more warranty, I guess. We will be plenty ticked if that is the case.

I will keep you up-to-date on this important story.

I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy



Saturday, April 7, 2018

Post 3692 - Saturday Night

It is getting late, and I will turn in shortly.

We had plans to do quite a bit today, but they went out the window. I was feeling a  mite anxious, so instead we went out to brunch, before killing some time in Bayer's Lake and returning home.

I am hoping to get more done on Sunday. Monday will be a vacation day, where I must do yet more again. Very little rest for the wicked.

I know that i wrote last night and pleaded with people not to send me any more links to articles about unsolved murders, but I found one this evening on youtube about one of Nova Scotia's alleged serial killers. Horror actress Debbie Rochon's hubby, who hails from the province which is why they have a home here, grew up with this man. I must contact her again to see if she and he will talk to me about him. For research purposes, of course. You understand.

Anyway, here is the link, in case you want to watch it.





I think I will turn in. Long day on Sunday.

See you then.

Bevboy


Friday, April 6, 2018

Post 3691 - Friday Night

Wow, sorry about that.

I have been dealing with some heavy stuff lately. It has been all I could do just to get through my work days. I'd turn in early and sleep as much as I could. The issues remain outstanding, alas.

I can't get too much into what those issues are. But I am not in trouble with the law or anything. My job is safe. My health is fine. When the issues are resolved, I will look forward to discussing them with you.

There is not much else going on. I am working on a couple of cold cases for Frank. And... I have a request.

I write about local cold cases. I don't mind discussing them. I appreciate it when folks suggest Nova Scotia-based cold cases, and especially when they have information that can help me put a unique angle on the case they have in mind.

But people have been sending me random cold case articles. They can be interesting in their own right, but my mental health suffers, reading about dead people and missing persons all the time.

I don't read much true crime, unless it is related to Nova Scotia-based cases.

So, please, folks, if you want to send me a link to a cold case, make sure it is one you think I would want to read, and not just another story of people being horribly murdered and mutilated or whatever. I have only so much capacity for such material. You probably do, too, or you are some sick person.

Thank you.

I think I will turn in. Long day on Saturday.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Tuesday, April 3, 2018

Post 3690 - Tuesday Night.

At least, I think it's Tuesday night. Hard to tell, after a four day weekend.

We returned to work this morning. Traffic was heavier than it has been for a while. Work was about the same.

During my lunch hour I worked on my next cold case article for Frank. I have narrowed it down to two different stories. One is an unsolved murder, and the other is a missing person. The latter is very mysterious. A man told some people at the hotel he was staying at that he was going to head out to a dinner party with some friends. He walked out the door, and hasn't been seen since. Not a trace of him has been found in more than 20 years.

The other case is about a man shot to death in front of his house several years ago.

The first case is more compelling to me, because it is so mysterious. But the problem is finding information about the man and trying to develop a theory about what might have happened to him. Both are very difficult to do.

Meanwhile, the issue of Frank that hits newsstands on Wednesday contains my latest article, which is about the 2000 murder of Doug Keating. I hope you check it out and let me know what you think of it. You can write me at my Frank Magazine email address, which is right here.

In the coming days, I will be devoting more and more time to both stories. Who knows? With luck, I may be able to submit two article to my editor by next week.

Ha!

You guys have a good evening. I will talk at you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Monday, April 2, 2018

Post 3689 - Three Days Later

Hi.

I didn't mean to take the last few days off from the blog.

I was in the Valley From Saturday morning until mid-afternoon on Sunday. I had a bunch of things to take care of, including some Frank work. That evening I watched a few things on Plex.

Sunday I had a bit of business to take care of. I know. Easter Sunday, and I had some business. Shame on me. I am sorry about that. I will discuss the nature of that business as the time draws closer.

If it helps, I didn't get any Easter candy this year. Call that my punishment.

I returned to the city Sunday afternoon. Newbie was all over me. Patricia told me that he had moped around the house in my absence. I suppose I could have taken him with me to the Valley, but honestly, scooping him up and putting him in his cat carrier and lugging him there and back is never fun. And he senses in some way when I am about to return to the city. He always hides. One time, he hid in Dad's old workshop, underneath a heavy wooden storage thingy, in a space so small I don't know how he got in there. I had to poke at him with the business end of a broom to coax him out, grab him, and thrust him into his carrier. Took me the better part of an hour.

Another time, at the cottage, we couldn't find him. Cindy Clawford was still alive. She led us down the hallway and stood by the bed, under which Newbie was hiding.

Taking him anywhere is more trouble than it is worth. I can't even pick him up and carry him in my arms to the front deck. He seizes up and digs his claws into my back to the point where he draws blood. I just take him back inside and learn my lesson.

So, I leave him behind when I go to the Valley for an overnighter.

He is a homebody the likes of which I have seen in no other cat. As I type these in my home office, he is at my feet, waiting for me to finish writing this post (soon, Newbie! Soon!) so he can toddle off to bed with me.

He is a character. And when he eventually passes, he will leave a hole in my heart.

Back to work in a few hours. Should get some shuteye.

Newbie? Buddy? It's time!

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Friday, March 30, 2018

Post 3688 - Who's Reading This?

Hello, my lovelies.

I am confused about something.

I have several blog posts which appear to be very popular for some reason. I have not one sweet clue why, but a post I wrote in 2010, "Sunday Night Obligatory Post", is a pretty perennial popular post.

It is a piece of piffle. A trifle. A post I wrote because it was late on a Sunday night and I wanted to put something out there before turning in. It was maybe six weeks after my father died, and my feelings were vulnerable. The post says nearly nothing. But darn it all, thousands of people have read it.

I don't know why. Do you?

So, here it goes. I am putting a stake in the ground on this post. This post, written on March 30, 2018.

If you are reading this post, ever, please drop me a note and tell me how you found it. Your best bet is to email me here. Please put "Bevboy's Blog Post 3688" in the subject line, and say hello, and who you are.

I have regular readers, 4.7 of them to be exact. They are always welcome to say hello. I love them. I would have their babies if I had the appropriate organs. But I also want to hear from... you. And him. And her. And anybody else who reads this post, whether it be tonight, tomorrow, next Tuesday, or even five years from now.

It's gotta be more interesting than that bloody post from June, 2010!

Right?

Sure.

What are you waiting for, people of 2023? Start writing!!

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Thursday, March 29, 2018

Post 3687 - The Weekend Is Here!

So, it is early Friday morning. What a long day!

I got up at my usual time of 5:30. The drive in to work was quiet, as it usually is, the day before Good Friday. Half the people at my work were not in, so it was nearly eerie, but I have to admit, it was nice not to have to queue up to use the men's room.

I finished my latest Frank cold case article during my lunch hour and emailed it to my editor. He wrote back this evening and informed me of a few changes he had made that we both agree made the piece stronger. I look forward to sharing the article with the world, come next week.

After Patricia's Pilates, we went to the local Sobeys. We got there just in time to see five pound bags of mussels marked down from an already-cheap six dollars, to a mere three dollars. People were lunging at the bags. We got two of them. We got some other stuff and then drove to the Superstore in Bayer's Lake, and got a few more things, but nothing like the deal on the mussels.

We got home and while I was answering my editor's email, Patricia was cooking the first bag of mussels. We ate them with gusto (and butter). By half way through the second bag, we were stuffed. We officially never want to see mussels again.  Like, ever. E.V.E.R.

Try as we might, the house will stink of shellfish for days. I'm sorry, everyone who lives in the neighbourhood.

Heading into a four day weekend. I love these things. Wish they could all be four day weekends.

See you tomorrow, my lovelies.

Bevboy


Wednesday, March 28, 2018

Post 3686 - Short and Sweet

It is pretty late. I have spent most of the last four hours working on my latest cold case article for Frank. I made contact with a source this evening and interviewed the person over the phone. I will work on integrating what the person told me into the article and email it to my editor Thursday evening, probably while Patricia is at Pilates.

Deadlines are such fun!

Tomorrow is Thursday, the last day of work for the week, as we head into the Easter long weekend. I am looking forward to the rest. A couple of days of downtime sounds delightful.

Nearly 11pm. I oughta get some sleep.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Tuesday, March 27, 2018

Post 3685 - Another Two Days Later

Tuesday night? Tuesday night?! What happened to Monday night?

I slept.

My body conked out pretty early Monday night. Call it getting old. Call it the new job draining my mental energy. Call it laziness. Mix them all together, and you get Monday night at Casa Bevboy.

I feel find tonight, though. Thanks for asking.

We went to Costco last night, and again, tonight. We got the Costco quesadillas so you won't have to. They are edible, but then again, so is styrofoam if you put enough salsa on it. There are a few left, so guess what we're having for lunch on Wednesday?

We will also be having Caesar salad, because Costco sells salads so large that the Mormon Tabernacle Choir would be able to have seconds. And it was only $8.99. That amount of money at Sobeys or Superstore would get you a Caesar salad only one that is (if you're lucky) half as large.

Who needs Ikea? We have Costco!

We got home and cooked the stuff I just mentioned. I had some work to do, so I did that. We ate. We watched "Good Girls", which is about three women who get mixed up in organized crime, "Breaking Bad" style. It is compelling, but the tone is maybe a bit off. They are getting more and more drawn into this life, and they regret it; but they still find time to laugh and joke and carry on. I am guessing the writers and producers are playing a longer game. If it comes back for a second season, and the ratings are good so I don't see why it wouldn't, then I would expect the realization of their criminality would be sinking in more for the characters. You really owe it to yourself to check out the show.

And some information came to me this evening regarding an unsolved murder I have been working on. I am hoping to get yet more information on Wednesday. This is shaping up to being a heart-breaking case. I am looking forward to sharing it with you.

I think I will turn in. Lots happening on the morrow.

See you then.

Bevboy


Sunday, March 25, 2018

Post 3684 - The Weekend Is Gone

Here it is, late Sunday night. Where did the weekend go?

Saturday morning I went to the archives and researched an unsolved murder. I received some information last week. Armed with that information, I was able to find related articles from local newspapers for that time period. Even found the guy's obituary, which contains a wealth of information. These were articles I had not been able to find before. With this information, I can potentially track down family members, a couple of whom may be willing to speak to me. I have already spoken to another source about this man, and plan to speak to this person again, I hope sooner rather than later.

Learning about these cases is painstaking work, and is not unlike trying to put together a jigsaw puzzle, without knowing what the picture on the box is.

In other news, we got some Chinese food last night. It was fine at the time, but we have been feeling a big blah ever since. Probably won't go back there any time soon. Too much MSG.

And, today, we started watching 9-1-1, the show that starts Angela Bassett, Peter Krause, and a clearly-slumming Connie Britton. The initial season has ten episodes. We just finished watching episode nine. My editor at Frank thinks I work too hard. I will tell him to read this blog post as proof that I can slack off just as much as the next guy.

Tomorrow will get here pretty soon, so I should turn in.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy

Friday, March 23, 2018

Post 3683 - The Weekend Is Here

Hello again, you handsome little devils you.

Once again, my body shut down a bit early last night, so no blog post. So the dozens of you who stopped me on the street today and asked why not, know now. I'm sorry.

Patricia had a make-up Pilates class today, so we went there and I had an hour or more to kill. I went to the Good Things Within thrift store. They had, for fifty cents, a Harry Bosch novel by Michael Connelly that I didn't already have. They also had slightly used(!) 9V batteries for 25 cents each. They're alkaline. I am assuming they will work for a spell. I am tired of changing the time and alarms on 12 or so clock radios in the house every time the power goes out and back on again. Yes. I have that many clock radios. Five here in my home office. Five more in the recroom. One in the kitchen. One in the bathroom. One in the master bedroom. And two more in the middle bedroom. I think that's all of them. So, 15 or so. About 12 more down in the Valley home.

Whenever the power comes back on, I spend 20 minutes or so changing the times on these clock radios, and it is a pain in the rump roast. Better to use 9 volt batteries as back ups.

Before you all write me: Don't tell me to throw these radios out. They're like my children. How would you like if I told you to throw out one of your kids because you had too many? You probably wouldn't like it! So, now you know how I feel.

I am glad I got that off my chest.

We were planning to go to the Valley this weekend, but things are going on here that require our attention.

Anyway, after Pilates, we grabbed some lunch at the Wild Leek, a vegan restaurant on Windsor Street, right next door to the used bookstore, and incidentally a block or so away from one of the unsolved murders I wrote about for Frank (I will tell you which one if you ask me nicely). It being Burger Week in Halifax, we both ordered the Philly cheesesteak burger, made from products that never knew what an animal was. It was excellent. Just ask Patricia!


Nom! Nom! Nom!

That translates to: the dill dressing lovingly complements the house salad. Meanwhile, the ersatz cheese sauce is generously ladled on the too good to be true "steak" burger. Bev, being a male pig and all, opted for the fries, which were transcendent.

A couple chocolate treats for take out.

Patricia's meal came with a beer, which she reported (slurp! slurp! slurp!) to be quite good, if a titch bitter.

A wonderful meal, utterly meatless, which made us so full that dinner was nearly unnecessary.

We went to the bookstore next door. One of those places run by a guy who occasionally deigns to speak to you. He had a nice selection of Halifax history books. I will go back there soon and get a few, because he had titles I had never heard of before.

He also had an illustrated version of Sam Slick. Sam Slick was the brainchild of Thomas Chandler Haliburton, who lived in Windsor and was a judge here the better part of 200 years ago. The character's wry commentary on life in the province back then was extremely popular in its day. The "sketches" sold along the lines of Charles Dickens. And Haliburton's character coined/popularized several sayings that entered the vernacular and remain known to this day. "Quick as a wink". Uh, other ones. Like it or not, Haliburton helped found North American humour.

I first heard of Sam Slick, and Haliburton, more than 40 years ago when my Grade Six teacher, the late J. Earl Doyle, spoke of him with some reverence. I was intrigued enough to seek out the books. I am not sure if that was a good idea.

I have a couple copies of "The Clockmaker", which collected most of these sketches. And I cannot penetrate the writing style at all. One time, I got to page two. So I was surprised when people pissed and moaned about Haliburton and Sam Slick, and how racist and politically incorrect the content apparently was. The craven town of Windsor dropped or strongly de-emphasized its connection to Haliburton and to the Sam Slick character. They have not had Sam Slick days for several years now.  The character's complete fade into obscurity will be complete in the next ten years or so. Pity, really.

Anyway, we left the store and went to Sobeys and went home. I did the dishes while Patricia took a nap. Spent a quiet evening at home.

I plan to get up early Saturday morning, or at least relatively early. I think I will turn in.

See you tomorrow.

Bevboy


Wednesday, March 21, 2018

Post 3682 - Two Days Later

Hi.

So, sorry not to have written the last couple of days. I wasn't feeling well. I pretty much went to bed at 5:30 Tuesday night. I got up around 11pm to get something to eat and then went back to bed.

It's been a busy couple of days. I guess the highlight is that my latest true crime piece, about the 1980 murder of Jason Barkhouse, was published in the issue of Frank that hit newsstands today. And... if you pick up the magazine in the Annapolis Valley or South Shore, the cover for the magazine that sells in that part of the province has my story there on the front cover. I think it is the largest space on the cover, too.

I am deeply flattered by this. I am just a freelancer there, not on staff or anything like that. So for my editor to put my work on the cover, yet again, is deeply gratifying to me, and validating to my work and what I am trying to do with this cold case series.

Jason's murder is especially horrific. It is a terrible shame that it has not been solved. I hope that my story in Frank leads to some tips that can result in the cops reopening the investigation.

I have some other articles in the works. I will be figuring out in the coming days, which one I will be working on for the next issue of Frank.

I am off on Friday, so this is kinda like my Thursday. Our plans for the weekend are still up in the air. But there is a massive garage sale at the former Exhibition Park this weekend. Haven't been to a fleamarket or garage sale in years. They used to be plentiful in these here parts in the pre-Sunday shopping days. Malls would open on Sunday mornings and let vendors come in and sell their crap while the actual stores remained closed. After stores were allowed to open on Sundays, those fleamarkets largely ended. The one at Exhibition Park happens a few times a year. I think there is still a fleamarket at the Halifax Forum, but that is about it.

As I wrote the other night, I got one of the most influential books of my life at a fleamarket at the Pennhorn Mall back in 1988. Perhaps I will go this weekend and see what's there. Perhaps.

Anyway, think I'll turn in. Long day tomorrow.

Bevboy