Friday 21 July 2017

My first blog

I start this comment without having any particular thoughts in mind.  I have with me today my children from Ottawa and my three grandchildren.

This is a test of the blog. This may not look very interesting but I hope you will find over the course of time that I have some very interesting things to say.

Two weeks from today I will become an octogenarian. Most people who entered their eighth decade do not come out alive.  I do not know whether I will or not, that is up to the entity that I feel I know, my God.

I do feel, however, that there is a great deal I need to say before that happens.  What's going to happen in this blog is that I will enter upon a number of topics and express my views or perhaps just talk about where I've been in this world and these topics.

My wife used to have a blog and she would always conclude her commentaries by saying that she was going to see us all again on the Road to Santiago" I do not have such a closing but I am saying so long for now.


  1. Welcome to the blogosphere, David!!! :-)

  2. That's great news, David. I know I'll learn a great deal from your insights.

  3. That's great news, David. You have much to offer. I'm sure I'll learn a great deal.

  4. Being a product of Twentieth Century communications, I am a little overwhelmed by the sense of anticipation for "deep thoughts" that has come from this venture, Some of it comes from folk I haven't heard from in years. The story I am about to recount should bury any hope that this blog will provide mankind with deep, new philosophical insights.

    Satire has been around for centuries but I feel that it has become more clever over the course of my lifetime. I think my earliest exposure came sometime around 1950 when I listened whenever I could to a couple of comedians on the radio from WBZ in Boston. As I recall, they were being carried on many CBS radio statins (yes, this was before TV and, as a child, I love radio much more than I have ever enjoyed TV) and I listened on WWNY in Watertown NY. They were known as Bob and Ray.

    Bob an Ray did wonderful parodies of newscasts, soap operas (who can foget "the Lives and Loves of Linda Lovely") and musical programs. Then, they always gave us the same sign off in their two serious voices.
    This is Bob Elliott reminding you to write if you get work
    And this is Ray Goulding reminding you to hang by your thumbs.

    Much later I worked with an inspiring, if frustrating, woman by the name of Margaret Day on a project called "Young People in Legal Difficulties". She had lived through he depression and told me that "write if you get work" was a phrase used by people as they said good-by to loved ones getting on freight trains heading west. Does that mean they were not to be heared from unless they found work? Who knows.

    in any event, I have used the two phrases ever since to say good-bye to people and it usually elicits bemused bewilderment.

    And so I say to you, please write if you get work and hang by your thumbs.

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    1. See you next Sunday
      Artificial hippie, man.

      Very glad to know the origin of your mantra.

  6. "see you next Sunday" was always the last phrase used by either Amos or Andy (I don't recall whom) to sign off the Sunday night Amos and Andy Show on the radio.

    "artificial hippie" and "wired for sound" were phrases used by a red-headed kid at Skootamatta Lake.

  7. Oh David - so good to hear your musings! Keep it up! :) xo