It pains me to think that it’s been 50 years since I was a freshman at the University of Windsor.
As a 40-year veteran of the international travel industry, I can say one thing to our neighbours in the United States with certainty.
When the Girl Guides don’t feel comfortable crossing your border, you’ve got a problem.
The Girl Guides have a diverse membership, and were frightened by the threat posed by America’s increasingly arrogant and emboldened border guards. They feared that any attempt to travel in America might result in some of their members being left behind.
In November of 1972, my father walked into the local Xerox office, managed by the late Ken James.
“What are you doing, Joe?” Ken asked my father.
“Making copies of my son’s resume,” my father replied.
Ken held out his hand. “Let me see that,” he ordered.
It turned out that Xerox was looking for people. I was 24, newly-married, with a three-month old baby at home – and out of work. Not long afterwards, I found myself at XNSDC – the Xerox National Sales Development Centre in Fort Lauderdale.
On a perfectly stunning morning in late summer, Aaron McClamb was walking to work at the Jehovah’s Witness Watchtower building in Brooklyn Heights.
She lies safe today, secure in the loving embrace of the angels.
Noelle Paquette was, undeniably, stunningly attractive in life, but her greatest beauty lay within her. It was on radiant display throughout her brief but stellar life, shining like a warm, comforting light for all to see.
Fidel Castro’s death last November brought back a lot of memories.
Forty years in the travel and travel publishing industries took me to Cuba many times. The first time, in 1972, Russian MIG’s still lined the runways at Havana’s Jose Marti airport. Also, I am old enough to remember Castro’s coming to power in 1959, after overthrowing the corrupt dictatorship of Fulgencio Batista.
I don’t know, to this day, what could possibly have possessed us. Whatever it was, it certainly wasn’t common sense, or Christmas Spirit. More like rapacious greed on steroids.
Over the next five months, Canadians can expect to hear a lot about the Battle of Vimy Ridge.
Fought over four days from April 9, 1917, it marked the first time that all four divisions of the Canadian Army fought together. In what became known as “the Battle that Forged a Nation,” they drove the German Sixth Army off the 7-kilometre hill in northern France that the Germans had captured early in the Great War.
This summer, I had to relive my sister’s death all over again.
I read both the Sarnia Observer, and the Sarnia Gazette accounts of the fire that took her life in the wee hours of that cold January morning. I stopped my research into the history of the Sarnia fire department for a few minutes to put my head down on my desk and weep.
Donald Trump’s fear and misunderstanding of America’s Muslim population made me think of another U.S. presidential election back in 1960. That year, John F. Kennedy faced an unprecedented obstacle. No Roman Catholic had ever been elected president of the United States and, many thought, never would.