A Very American Putsch

A Very American Putsch

The mob of maybe two thousand rioters, egged-on by the inflammatory rhetoric of their political leaders marched down the boulevards toward the government buildings with banners flying. They were going to take their country back from the leftist politicians who had...
Looking Out on the Feast of Stephen

Looking Out on the Feast of Stephen

My father and I arrived at Sam the Record Man in downtown Montreal around 10:30 am, after a late breakfast at Murray’s in Westmount. The Boxing Day crowds that lined up along Rue Ste-Catherine and around the block for hours in the December Chill to get first crack at...
The War on Chanukah

The War on Chanukah

The cashier smiled and wished me a “merry Christmas.” I scowled back. It was the week just after Thanksgiving, and the supermarket staff were clearing away the last of the orange-and-brown remnants of Turkey Day advertising décor and replacing it with red, green,...
The White Poppy

The White Poppy

November 11 is a day of reflection, sorrow and gratitude for me. At the eleventh hour, of the eleventh day of the eleventh month every year, I stop whatever I am doing and mark two minutes of silence. If I am able, I watch the Remembrance Day commemoration at the...