Mystery of the Missing boot!


A Priest, my Mom and a Boot show up on a Sunday Morning, sounds like a bad joke doesn’t it? Well, it didn’t to me on that cold January Morning in 1974.  Here is the story as best I can remember it.

Like most 17-year-old boy’s in Hespeler back then the Saturday nights in the Winter were spent watching the Leafs on CBC and then partying until the wee hours of the morning and of course I was one of those types (can you believe that?).  Now, I had a great pair of winter boots back then, Cougars they were, with a removable felt liner that managed to keep my feet toasty as well as anything I ever felt before. And I wore those boots with pride and that is why on that Sunday Morning I was in a panic, one of my boots was missing.

I had been out terrorizing the area with a number of my chums and as was always the case I drank a few beers and had my share of some lemon Gin(ugh, that stuff was terrible), but for some strange reason that morning I woke up with a bad hangover,wet socks and a missing right boot, but the liner for the boot was in the doorway and that I could not explain to myself.  Replaying the night over and over in my head I could not visualize where I lost my boot, or how I got home without it, and that is when the crap hit the fan.

I could hear my Mother and Father coming in from Church as well as a third voice coming in the door that I could not recognize, but would soon find out. My father came downstairs to my room, told me that my Mother needed to see me and as he walked back upstairs he grinned that Cheshire grin of his and said ” It was nice to have known you”, now that is not a good way to start the day so upstairs I went and sitting at the table was my Mother, The Priest from St.Mary’s and in the middle of the table sat my missing boot.  The sweat started to form on my brow and I knew I was in big trouble and here is the reason.   As the Priest was cleaning off the steps of the church he noticed a boot sitting in a snowbank in front of the church along with a Snow Angel and worst of all, yellow stains and an empty bottle of beer, I was done, because there is one thing you don’t do is urinate,pass out and leave an empty beer bottle in front of a Little Irish Woman’s church. My punishment for all that was to help out snow shoveling the steps and the parking lot of the church for the next 4 weeks and I learned never to walk home past the Catholic Church again when I have been drinking, even today If I am on my way home From Ernie’s I go up Adam street and then over to Cooper avoiding the Church at all cost’s.  Now, there is one question you may have..how did they know it was my boot?  Well, little did I know but my Mother had written my name and address on a little piece of felt and sewed it into the boot liner, that’s right at 17 years of age I still had my Mother sewing name tags into my clothing.  And to this day my Mother still ask’s me ” Did you not notice you had no boot on”  And I wonder Did I?  And should I ask my Mom to sew some name tags into my clothing today? After all I still occasionally do stupid things when I have had a few too many.

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The Radio


The radio on my boyhood dresser was an old tabletop model with tubes. The top was cracked and at high volume, the busted brown plastic made it screech. My father got it when a great-aunt or uncle died I think, and it looked like the type of thing you would get at a junkyard.But It was one of the greatest treasures he ever gave me. For with that radio he opened a new world that was hard to forget. As a ten-year old the sounds that came out of that cracked jewel on my dresser changed my world. The Everly Brothers, the Righteous Brothers, Simon and Garfunkel, Dusty Springfield, The Rascals and The Moody Blues came pouring out of that box like Angels from heaven, there. I had discovered music that my parents did not listen to. Sure my older brother and sister played their records and listened to their radios, BUT, THIS WAS MY RADIO, and no one was going to tell me what to listen to anymore.  Frank, Dean, and Elvis were the other generations and when I heard She Loves You by the Beatles and the first scream by my Dad and Mom to TURN IT DOWN I knew I had found my calling. Music,MY MUSIC, would be my salvation, it would set me free and make me different from my big brother and sister, and even though I would learn to love all the other music that radio would allow me to define myself and create a world that I could call my own. It was CHUM,CHAM, CKWR, CFTR, all radio stations playing MY music. The Beatles, the Monkees, Neil Diamond, songs like Louie Louie, Gloria, Satisfaction,Go all the way and Moondance would be my break from reality. I could drift away in a Rock and Roll Lullaby. And as the ’60s morphed into the ’70s, music defined my teenage years. Pink Floyd,Led Zeppelin and Rush may have replaced the Doors, the Beatles and Simon and Garfunkel, but that radio, even though long gone,still held in my soul a very special place. Now it is 2015 and I am listening to my music through technology that we never dreamed of back then, but I still think back to that night when I first turned on that radio in 1967 and the strange noise began to emerge from that box. The voice sounded so sad, the sound so rich, the melody’s so tight I was dumbstruck by it all “You’ve lost that loving feeling”. I can tell you I have never lost that loving feeling for the world of music. All thanks to my Father and that old cracked music box. Somewhere out in the heavens and the cosmos an old radio is playing “Nothin’ but blues and Elvis
And somebody else’s’ favorite song”

Swinging Babes of my Youth


One thing that no man can agree on is what makes a woman hot. some like
legs, some like figure and some like personalities. No guy can agree on
anything, what i am putting forth here,is my list of the ten
swinginest woman of my youth. They all have a little something
different and some may not be what turns others on but, it’s my list so
here it goes.

10.Marilyn Monroe–The ultimate pin up girl

9.Ann Margaret–oozed sexuality

8.Raquel Welch–Nobody could beat her in a bathing suit

7.Bridgett Bardot–Even Elton John thought she was sexy

6.Ursula Andress–Or as we used to call her Ursula Undressed

5.Aretha Franklin–Made big woman and gospel sexy

4.Barbara Eden.–rubbed many a bottle trying to find one like her

3.Nancy Sinatra–Those boots could have walked all over me

2. Goldie Hawn–Sock it to me, baby

1.Elizabeth Montgomery–Man did she make witchcraft sizzle.

So there you have it, now let the debates begin.

Saturday Mornings Are Just Not The Same


I’m up early this Saturday Morning and decide to flip on the TV and considering I have over 500 channels I decide to check out the cartoon choice, but where are all the cartoons? They may call them cartoons but what I remember as cartoons is not what is playing now.  We had maybe 5 channels on a clear day and every channel seemed to be playing cartoons and good ones at that,  stuff like,Bugs Bunny, Tom and Jerry, Tweety Bird, Superman, Scoobie Doo, Aqua Man, The Justice League, Johnny Quest, Casper, Popeye, The Road Runner, Wile E Coyote, classic stuff that my Friends and I would watch faithfully every Saturday and marvel at their adventures while eating our Frosted Flakes or whatever Cereal Mom had bought that past week, and we would stare at the TV while dripping milk on the floor that we were sitting on instead of the table, after all Cartoons were always better viewed from the floor. But where are the Acme safes being dropped on fictitious characters, the over the top silly violence that we all knew was fake has been replaced these Saturday Mornings by video games and pornographic videos on Much Music, kids shows like Dragon Ball and Yu-Gi-Oh. Just give me Dastardley and Muttley in their Flying Machines or Sabrina the Groovy Ghoulies any day over today’s crap.  But, I guess I am just an old fart, but In my view they were the better times, but alas Saturday’s are not the same.