![]() I hope you enjoy this column that evokes both the spirit of winter (hockey) and a longing for summer (baseball). Originally published in the Kings County Record on February 2nd, 1988, and slightly edited here for clarity. There’s no connection a man can figure out Between his just desserts and what he gets. ~ Robert Frost, in “The Death of the Hired Man.” Actually, when I was younger, I was pretty certain there was a clear connection. There was more than a Ford in my future. The waiting world was hushed in anticipation of the great deeds I was going to do. All that was required of me, was to put my shoulder to the wheel, or my hand to the tiller, or pen to paper, or – whatever to which. The blanks tended to be filled in differently from day to day, as the enthusiasm of the moment dictated. ![]() We found this one in the annals, and thought it fitting for the season. It was originally published in January of '87, and we have edited slightly for colour. Enjoy! O wad some Pow’r the giftie gie us To see oursels as ithers see us! – quote from To a Louse by Robert Burns Every once in a while, one gets a fleeting glimpse of oneself in the mirror of someone else’s words and it was so for me the other day. I was talking with someone in Saint John with whom I have done business for a number of years. When the business has concluded, we often move off into other universes of discourse and have a good chin-wag about anything under the sun that happens to interest us at the moment. Often the talk has to do with religion – he is a member of one church, I of another – but the other day the talk turned in the direction of the cold weather and heating systems. |
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