Icons of Canadian pop music, the Barenaked Ladies are coming to Cambridge, for a show at the Corn Exchange, which I walk past every time I head into town. It's part of a whole Christmas season tour of the UK. Honest to God, there are about a hundred
One of the great irritations about living outside of Canada is realizing how hard so many businesses work to avoid letting you give them money. The image above is from https://www.rew.ca. If you're looking for a house in British Columbia that's 95% likely
Aside from keeping the home-fires burning here in Cambridge, and learning to fly gliders, I've been finding time to focus on the novel that has been an on-again, off-again project for a few years. It began with a never talked about bit of Rueger family history: that my
Of late I've been digging into the history of my mother Evelyn's side of the family. Inevitably that leads to records of homesteading in Saskatchewan. Carving up the western territories in Canada was the government of the day's way of blocking the suspected American
Published today in the iPaper (UK): Today in the iPaper I write about being a stay-at-home husband to a Cambridge University scholar. I really like this column, and hope that you do as well. (Note: I don't write the headlines...) I know which brand of Greek yoghurt to
It's been a busy week for more reasons than one. The big one though has been a run of writing gigs, all of which I suspect will pop up in the next few weeks - including one in the UK. So I've been a little quiet
My first cel phone was around 1990. Big, heavy, short battery life. It was rented for a trip down into the US for Michael Caplan Entertainment, hauling trade show booth stuff for some Toronto area tourism outfit. The phone proved invaluable when the rented van died along highway 400 between
Where my mind is today.
This week, for the first time ever, I stepped out in a tuxedo. Perhaps not quite as well-tailored as Sean Connery's suit, but still very cool, and very confidence building. The occasion was the Alumni Dinner for the Cambridge University Guild of Change Ringers. This year it was
Oh, long-suffering subscribers. I haven't forgotten you, really. Last Wednesday I managed to finally do something I've dreamed of since I was a teenager: flying. I visited the Cambridge Gliding Centre and enjoyed an amazing and even sunny day learning the very basics of piloting a
This month, I'm finally back to working on the novel. It's loosely based on family history - something that my family is utterly awful at doing. In any event, I started with my mother, growing up near Dorintosh, Saskatchewan. My Grandfather and grandmother were homesteaders in
Back at the start of this century I was, for about a year and a half, manager of WMMT Radio in Whitesburg, Kentucky. WMMT's signal covers parts of Kentucky, Virginia, and Tennessee. In particular, they reach many of the jails and prisons that have been built in the
Last week I was in Western Head, in Nova Scotia, packing up all the stuff that we had stored in our farmhouse, and selling off what we decided we could live without. At the same time, with many thanks to our wonderful real estate agent Maddie Charlton, we had a
The image above is from the Air Canada website, explaining, without words or captions, how to navigate Heathrow Terminal Two. With major airports like Heathrow or Charles de Gaulle I know that it's worthwhile to do some planning before arrival. Especially since there are actually TWO Terminal Twos
That's us, on the right, at the Afandim Uyghur Cuisine Restaurant for a New Years Day feast of roast goat. It was yummy, and decidedly not vegan, and the company was delightful and fun. It was, honestly, the perfect way to start this new year. I'm
For those who don't pay for the Globe and Mail, my latest column is now also up on my own website. There's a follow-up though. Since writing that column we've moved from Grantchester to a couples' apartment at Wolfson College in Cambridge, a
In today's Globe and Mail I write about how British people's greatest pride actually surrounds being cold, all of the time, indoor or out. The comment thread is approaching 300! https://www.theglobeandmail.com/opinion/article-england-winter-cold-canada/
I cannot claim to be an authority on Thomas Mann, or the long and varied history of various incarnations of Faust. Nor have I read the many, many subsequent books and papers which followed Mann's 1947 novel. When reading it this month, the story felt eerily familiar; as
It's been a couple of weeks since Susan signed us up for bell ringing lessons. That red arrow points to the little room, about 70 narrow, winding, stone steps up, where we're learning the basics. In this room. Each big church bell has a rope that
I grew up in a household where Stampede Wrestling was a weekend highlight. I pretty much educated myself at the Kelowna Public Library, and somehow never aspired to much of anything. Dad was a used car dealer, and Mom was... well, Mom. Small town Kelowna education was nothing dramatic. There