Canada fares well unless you still have DSL in PEI which places you below Yemen.
Most nights we would gather, drink cheap beer and prepare for the rest the night adventure. One of the guys who was an infrequent participant in our group was Greg Burdo. I remember him as a school mate, a wirey energetic guy with a great laugh and attitude. At some point Greg’s number was drawn, he was drafted and disappeared from our circle and joined many other young men fighting in SE Asia.
He returned forever changed. When Greg returned he moved to the woods. A basic shelter of plastic sheets, scrap plywood and canvas and for over 40 years that is where he has remained. Urban development has occurred around him but his little spot remains.
He was befriended by a local blogger and newspaper reporter who has published various pieces about Greg. I have followed the articles. Greg has had some help over the years, but not much. You can tell the reporter likes and respects the man.
I was about 8 when he turned to my grandmother and said, “it is time the boy learned to swim”. He picked me up, waded out to deeper water, released me and said, “swim boy”. I did and I had no fear.
When I was 10 he presented me with his old single shot 22 rifle. The following weekends he taught be about firearm safety, how to clean a firearm and how to store a firearm. (It was my gun, but it stayed in gramp’s locked gun case). He had no interest in sport hunting but from his days in the wilderness was comfortable in hunting for food or to protect a camp from roaming carnivores.
He showed me how to build a rock dam in an Adirondack stream and return in a week to find it teeming with little crawfish like critters that made perfect bait for fishing. We built a worm farm with coffee grounds and soil so we always had bait.
He taught me how to cast a fly rod and how clean the rod after every use. When dissembling the rod is was mandatory to rub the male end of the connection on the side of your nose to lube with natural oil.
In my memories of him I can’t recall hearing a harsh word or a word spoken in anger. He had strong opinions and was not reluctant to speak them but he would always respectfully listen to the opinion of others.
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It was 30 years ago that Byron Carr was murdered and it feels like it was just yesterday. I remember the rumours that prominent people who were known in the gay community were involved and subsequently (apparently) eliminated from suspicion. It is hard to believe that a place that thrives on gossip has not come forth with a viable lead for police to pursue.
We should not forget Stephen O’Obrien who disappeared from Charlottetown 25 years ago. Another mystery unsolved.
I have two Amazon Alexa devices, one at each end of our home. They are used daily.
I just listened to a poised young lady who was present in the California bar where there was yet again another mass shooting. She mentioned that her parents had trained her as to what to do in a situation such as this.
Think about that for a minute. Thoughtful loving parents taught their daughter what to do if a crazy starting shooting in a place where kids gather to have fun.
I have a friend with a chronic infection in his leg. He has been treated locally by various components of our medical system including hospitalization, referral to New Brunswick and quality care from local speciality clinics. The infection is beat back by various antibiotics only to reoccur. Is is a serious limb threatening condition. Our provincial system is doing its best.
Yesterday’s his wound was oozing puss, he had a high fever and felt awful. A call to the wound clinic resulted in no support and he had no choice but to go to the emergency facility. He arrived at 3 PM and as of last evening at 8:30 PM his wound was still oozing, his fever was increasing and he continued to watch those more urgent come and go. I have not called to see when he was seen by attending care givers.
To be clear, I am not criticizing the hard working staff of the hospital. My family And numerous acquaintances have received exceptional care when needed. What I do have concern about is accessing emergency care or specialists on a timely basis.
It is time to impose a nominal fee at emerg, and eliminate Billy Bob visiting because he can’t eat his chicken nuggets. (Actual case told to me by an emerg room doc). At the same time increase the number and hours of walk in clinics by 30%. People need medical care and without family docs in sufficient numbers many have no choice but to attend walk in clinics.
I know I am over simplifying a solution to a complex problem but we could start by diverting money loaned to friends of the government of the day (..and which would qualify for a commercial bank load) and invest that in medical access.
To be defined as a hurricane wind speed must reach 119 KPH. I recorded 112 KPH on my roof Saturday night \ Sunday morning. Very close. The SW wind took down a mature Spruce which measured 11 inches at the break. The break was 9 feet from the ground and when it came down is landed on a section of chain link fence.
Back in the day my family would go the woods, fell 15 ish cords of hardwood and haul it home where we would block it into stove chunks. It would air dry and then stacked in the basement. When winter arrived we would feed two stoves to heat our 6 bedroom North Shore farmhouse (no insulation). It was never warm but we were healthy and fit.