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Monthly Archives: November 2009
This entry is part 3 of 7 in the series Halloween in Montreal“The flu thing my ass,” I grumbled. Surprised, Steve silently stared at me, his face similar to that of a child with his hand in a cookie jar. … Continue reading
As many of you know, my sister is getting married in June 2010. While trying to help her raise money for the wedding, I came up with the idea of creating custom content on Zazzle.com. You can view this content … Continue reading
Well I’m back from an exhausting yet fun week in Denver, and I have to say that there was snow on the ground over there! I snapped a pic with my trusty cell phone camera and am posting it as … Continue reading
I’ve been preparing new content that I will be adding to Folaji.com over the next few months, so keep an eye out for the following: Writter Blog Since moving to Montreal, I’ve been thinking about the how we ended the … Continue reading
Today being Remembrance Day, I figure this is the least I could do: In Fanders Fields By: Lt.-Col. John McCrae In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place; and in the sky … Continue reading
This entry is part 2 of 7 in the series Halloween in MontrealI complied with the police officer’s instructions and knelt on the ground with my hands behind my head. I remained there for what seemed like an eternity as … Continue reading
Eight days ago (almost to the minute) I was standing in Notre-Dame-de-Grâce park with my dog Koji, watching a handful of disguised children zigzag through the streets in search of candy. The wind then picked up and yellow leaves circled … Continue reading
Notre-Dame-de-Grâce park was lit only by dimmed orange lights and reminded me of a handful of horror movies. I half-expected a knife wielding maniac to jump out from behind a tree and gut me, or for a barrage of zombies to run me down, rip me to shreds and eat my innards. But there were no maniacs or zombies, only Max and me standing alone in the park. Continue reading