One of those #52coffee networking meetings turned into a two-hour conversation that covered local and global topics in the shade of Lee Park trees at the Kiwanis Playground the other day. Ralph Celentano and I just couldn’t stop sharing community involvement tales and...
Victoria Day doesn't mean a whole lot to me other than the first long weekend of the summer. I'm not a monarchist, far from it to be honest. The 2021 holiday, however, will go down in my book of history as one of the best 24 hours I ever spent with my son, Dylan. It...
The robins are back, lured north early by a warm spell. It’s a welcome song to hear after a Covid winter. Simple things seem all the better when the weather has been foul. The first robin in my yard is always named Hilda, after my Grandma Dale. I wrote the piece below...
Dylan Dale came home for a visit the summer before the COVID pandemic to tell me about a new direction for his life. I always love seeing my son, doesn't matter what surprise might be in store. He stood by me when my ship was dragging bottom a few years back, not the...
Among the many things I picked up from my Dad was a firm belief there’s a time to be serious, a time to have fun and sometimes it’s best to just have some serious fun. And from what I could tell, Deirl Alvin Dale much preferred a good chuckle to anything more intense...