I'm trying to recall the comic. The paper was already yellowed with age the last time I saw it back in the mid-seventies; a caricature of a stressed-out office worker with the caption, "There is no stress on Monday". It was on the corkboard in my Mom's office, as it had been for all eternity (eternity being limited to the 15 years I was old enough ( Read more... )

I admit that it started in my teens. Midnight, 1:00 Am, 2:00 Am, I couldn't sleep because of the brutal side effects of asthma medications. My oldest sister had given me a short-wave receiver. It was about 5 times the size of a regular transistor radio, but with its single ear bud, I could get the CBC, and on a good night, BBC radio. In those days ( Read more... )