In 1952, at the age of twelve, my father fell into a delirious state. Doctors came and went, so many that they became a blur to him. It was determined that he had a brain tumour, and preparations were made to consider surgery. He was rushed to the hospital, and at the last moment, another doctor suggested that they should perform a spinal tap.
Read MoreI’m not dying, at least of anything I am aware of. But, if you think about it, aren’t we all on the journey towards death the moment we are born? Never mind, I’m not here to be a smart ass. I just recently read an article in the New York Times called The Lonely Death of George Bell. It’s about what happens to someone when they die who have no dependents or next of kin. George Bell died alone in his apartment and wasn’t found for at least a week when a neighbour noticed the smell.
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Read MoreThe sound of the car slamming into bones bounced off the street. An empty skateboard rolled past me as people ran on to the road and other cars stopped with a screech.
Heading up Castro Street, I took a hard right onto Market Street and was walking uphill towards the water when I saw the skateboarder rolling fast downhill towards the intersection. I don’t want to blame the victim, but he was clearly out of control and going full speed into traffic. I mean, what the hell else did he think was going to happen?
Read MoreA few weeks ago, I let on that I'm taking a break from my newsletter. I guess this is also an admission that I'm also taking a break from this blog. Do people even write blogs anymore? I might be the last person on earth that is still toiling away on one of these things.
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