Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 9, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 9, 2004

Repetitive Tasks

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 9, 2004 – Just so you know – I’m not complaining, I’m just observing life and commenting on the repetitive nature of the daily, weekly, monthly or yearly cycles that we humans go through, and the tasks that we have to keep doing over and over and over again.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 8, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 8, 2004　

Our Fledgling Marketing Group

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 8, 2004 – It’s hard to believe, but our little marketing group of Sima, Dorothy, Big and yours truly met today for the fourth time. I know why the sages, past and present, say there is strength in numbers – because it’s true. The business of transacting real estate can be very isolating, and some days it’s hard not to feel lonely.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 7, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 7, 2004

Tonight – 33 Years Ago

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 7, 2004 – Thirty-three years ago tonight, I was sitting in my dorm room at Renison College, at the University of Waterloo. I was in my fourth year of university, soon to spring forth onto an unsuspecting world, clutching my newly minted four year Arts degree in History and English. I had decided against accepting the scholarship for my Masters that one of my professors wanted me to take – I wanted some living experience!

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 6, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 6, 2004

The Departure Of Captain Dweeb

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 6, 2004 – I knew it was only a matter of time before Captain Dweeb left Ontario for parts known on our eastern seaboard. Captain Dweeb aka Twinkie is my good friend Glen of Scotiabank fame. He, of the Yonge and Eglinton branch, recently transferred to the great ivory tower down town, to sit near the other gods of banking – always casually dressed in robes of gold and bejewelled with diamond dollar signs.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 5, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 5, 2004

Writing My Christmas Message

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 5, 2004 – I used to send Christmas cards to friends, family and clients, but I gave up that practise a number of years ago in favour of writing a personal message. I prefer this sentiment to a scripted message from a card manufacturer. I can usually sit down and write a first draft in a matter of minutes – half an hour at the most.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 4, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 4, 2004

My Christmas Dinner Party

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 4, 2004 – If truth be known, I’m way past cocooning and well into becoming a hermit. A relatively nice one, but a hermit nonetheless. The one thing that saves me each year from receiving the curmudgeon of the year award is my annual Christmas dinner party.

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 3, 2004

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 3, 2004 

How Much Is Enough?

Short Stories From 10 Years Ago – December 3, 2004  – We live in a world of staggering and often brutal contrasts. It has been this way for millennia and the prospect of a change in the status quo seems incredibly remote.