If ya got kids, ya know they can do some pretty funny stuff sometimes, but I never seen anything like Brad and Betty’s son, Nick. He’s pushin’ three now, so ya can’t blame him, I guess. Seems like each kid got their own thing that only they do and nobody really knows why they do …
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Whenever we get a whole bunch of snow and school gets cancelled, all of a sudden our house turns into a taxi stand. The minute we can wiggle the truck out of the snowbank in the driveway, Little Bill’s lookin’ for a ride to his girlfriend’s and Rosie’s lookin’ for a drive to her friend’s …
Why do people always ask where ya work? Ya meet somebody and usually the second question after they find out your name is where do ya work, what do ya do for a livin’, blah blah blah. [Read more]
My buddy Murph is somebody who gets stuff stuck in his craw pretty easy. Around Christmastime, Murph comes in the coffee shop one morning, and he got this look on his face. His eyebrows were scrunch up and his jaw jutted forward a little further, and we could tell somethin’ was stuck in his craw. [Read …
Ya know yourself whenever you’re tellin’ a story, especially if it’s a good one, ya sometimes stretch the truth a bit if it makes the story sound better. Nothin’ wrong with that, we all do it all the time. But every once in a while ya run into somebody who can’t open their mouth without …
Little Bill’s a teenager now, and he’s usually off with the girlfriend or bangin’ on his guitar tryin’ to be a rockstar, so there’s not too many chances for the two of us to hang around the way we used to when he was a kid. [Read more]
If ya ask me, it’s Minnie’s fault, really. She got me this shiny new Toronto Maple Leafs glass for Christmas – one of them big ones with a handle and the logo etched right into the glass – and ever since hockey started back up, it’s the only glass I’ll use for anything besides tea. [Read …
Me and Minnie were sittin’ at the kitchen table havin’ our tea after supper the other night when Rosie wanders into the kitchen talkin’ into the phone. OK, she said. So you can pick me up? Sounds good – I’ll see you in a few minutes.Big BIlly Where ya goin’? Minnie says. [Read more]
Thank cripes the hockey’s back, eh? Just bow your heads and say a little prayer for all us poor fellas who had to spend Saturday nights doin’ somethin’ home with the wife and kids. Hockey season is supposed to give ya a break from havin’ to do that the other six nights of the week, …
One time years ago, I gave it a shot at bein’ a magician. [Read more]
John McNeil 