So, it is finally summer. A thunderstorm hammered the town last night so that makes sense. The kids don't actually seem to be learning anything at school, just trips trips trip so that makes sense. And you can't find anyone at work. The trifecta of summer's start. It was a busy week, too. Reports …

I am certainly not a hobbiest but you may recall that I once before was charmed by a Citroën when crossing the watery border from the northern NY back home to Kingston. I think it is the only mode of transport that not only allows you to get away with a straw trilby but actually demands it.

Thank God the NHL wrapped it up before the actual beginning of summer. Even though it went seven games, the Canucks wrapped it up a few fays earlier than that, too. Man did they suck. Was a riot warranted? No, an act of no class. Why burn cars when the jerseys should have been in the bonfire …

People in their mid-50s now having fun when it was the late-70s. I want a push button phone. Better live - as most things were when I was 16.

Why not measure the month in thirds? The dates lead us to that but the weeks knock us off that path. My first third of June was noted by a hair cut and a massive storm that saw me shouting at roofers on Wednesday night. Shouting "GET THE HELL OFF THE ROOF!!!" and other such things. Came up fast …

I don't set the alarm as the house lives on the rhythm of pre-schoolers. If I am up at 5:15 am, that is life and if the stars align like last week and there is quiet well past a sensible hour, that is life, too. Like last week. When I get a string of good sleeps I start to ask why there isn't more …

I like a good use of language as much as the next guy but it appears the thesaurus bot was active at the Times and Transcript was stuck on "go" when this editorial was written:  •  ...But this is precisely what Stephen Harper expects of his Tory cohort, which now holds a slight majority in the Red …