Welcome to my blog and thank you for visiting! These stories are from fifty years of life and counting: challenges; choices; funny times; rants; loves; embarrassing moments; stuff that moves me or frustrates me or saddens me. There are stories from all over Canada, The Canadian Army, Military College, growing up in Ontario in a small city and on a lake in the summer at a place we call ‘the Camp’. First jobs, adventures, heart-break, family life and funny times. Travel in Central America with our four-year old and finding our current wonderful little Nova Scotian town. (And more travel stories to come). Stay tuned.
I hope you enjoy reading my stories, or that they make you smile, laugh or perhaps to cry. Some sort of emotion anyway.
Almost all names and almost all place names have been changed to safeguard privacy.
Why is it entitled PLAYIN WITH THE PLAYERS ? Well, Dad was quite a funny (and mixed up) character (as you will read). He would often use this expression to indicate that no one was going to ‘play’ him. That he was a ‘player’ himself. He would stand there and raise his eyebrows, nodding his head and smirking say: ‘You’re playin’ with the players’. So, then, I just decided to make ‘PLAYER’ our fictional surname.
Please note that posts have not been published chronologically but I have ordered the menu by my age in that particular story.
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