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Story Teller Bill: In Flander's Fields---A Recitation
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Friday, November 11, 2011. In Flander's Fields- -A Recitation. This is a famous war memorial poem written by Lieutenant Colonel John McCrae (November 30, 1872 – January 28, 1918),a Canadian poet, physician, author, artist and soldier during World War I and a surgeon during the Second Battle of Ypres. The red remembrance poppy has become a familiar emblem of Remembrance Day due to the poem "In Flanders Fields". I enjoy reciting this sombre poem to myself every November 11 as my personal act of remembrance.
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Story Teller Bill: The Frightful Tomb ©
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Wednesday, September 28, 2011. The Frightful Tomb ©. September 28, 2011. I clambered up the steep and irregular boulder steps to the entrance high above the desert floor, for 40 centuries, the tallest structure on Earth. Expending such a huge effort to rob the place, those early plunderers were sure to have left few treasures for me. The Great Pyramid of Egypt. At 4000 years old, it is the only remaining structure of the original Seven Wonders of the World, and I was about to probe into the bowels of...
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Story Teller Bill: There But For The Grace Of God, Go I
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Sunday, April 8, 2012. There But For The Grace Of God, Go I. February 29, 2012. This kind of apologetic concern was expressed regularly by my mother who had a tough time stretching our scarce resources to provide our family of five with the barest of necessities. Despite this, she always displayed a cheerful and optimistic attitude that things would somehow get better. As a result of these life experiences, when I see the homeless or the poor, I have perfect understanding of the saying, “There but ...
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Story Teller Bill: Our Lake's Authentic "Red Green"
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Thursday, January 5, 2012. Our Lake's Authentic "Red Green". Probably to Jack S’s amazement, the boss accepted. Just the two of them, Jack figured, and no one to run interference between he and the boss. Jack S would have the whole week to impart some of his wit and wisdom and create that great impression that could have a mercuric impact on his career. His repeated attempts ran down the battery. What a start to the impressive time I`m showing the boss, Jack thought! Jack S and the boss sat in the comfy ...
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Story Teller Bill: You Couldn’t Dream Up A Comedy Like This ©
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Wednesday, November 2, 2011. You Couldn’t Dream Up A Comedy Like This ©. November 2, 2011. Buster Keaton, Charlie Chaplin, the three stooges, Curly, Larry, and Moe, and even Laurel and Hardy were never this good! It was an impromptu slapstick comedy act. Bicyclists peddling down the street knee deep in water with tons of floating garbage catching their spokes, seizing their wheels, and tumbling countless riders into the rushing water. Slapstick was never as good as this! With a few spare hours to kill, I...
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Story Teller Bill
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Saturday, June 20, 2015. Hoss and Me ©. February 6, 2013. We was headen back to our home port of Bonavista about four hours east of St. John’s when Captain Gord Willingham put aside his pipe and growled, “The arse is fallin out of er Jeb. With those damn government quotas, can’t make a living with this no more. Ain’t no good like before. Fishen’s gettin as ugly as a boiled boot! I tipped back my Sou’Wester to survey the look of despair on Old Gord’s weathered face. Doin' the Newfie Stomp”. Over the long ...
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Story Teller Bill: Favourite Places ©
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Wednesday, October 15, 2008. Favourite Places ©. October 15, 2008. Everyone has a favorite place in the world…a place where they really feel at home…a place that seems to meld with their most basic self: their thoughts, their interests, their values, and their beliefs. That favorite place may be a real place or, for many, a fanciful imaginary place. But wherever it is, for them, it is real. BILL AT HIS REMOTE. COTTAGE BORDERING ONTARIO'S ALGONQUIN PARK. What is your elephant doing? No matter the place, t...
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SUNSHOWER INTERNATIONAL SINCE 1998: Winterizing your unit
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Thursday, December 13, 2007. You must use caution in returning the system to its heating position in the spring. Some water will have remained in the tank over the winter and so you must tip the system upright before sunup or after sunset to avoid cold water entering the hot tubes and fracturing them because of the shock of cold tank water entering the hot tubes. You must also insure that your system is filled with water during sundown to avoid fracturing the tubes. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom).
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Story Teller Bill: My Foray Into The World of Crime ©
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Wednesday, October 19, 2011. My Foray Into The World of Crime ©. October 19, 2011. We pulled up to the five star Fairmont Towers Hotel near the Cairo Airport and I slipped out of my chauffeur driven car with my backpack of money and ventured into the front passenger seat of an impeccably polished black Mercedes. In retrospect, It’s frightening to contemplate the risks you’ll take when there’s money on the line. And neither my driver, nor the Mercedes driver, spoke much English so I had no idea of the spe...
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Story Teller Bill: What If? ©
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Monday, April 13, 2009. April 15, 2009. The roar of the mighty Yangtze River was deafening as it funneled into the narrow gorge formed by neighbouring mountains in a remote part of Yunnan Province in South West China, where few foreigners had ever been. For that matter, only a few locals accompanying their pack donkeys would ever venture along the narrow mule track blasted out of the mountainside, high above the unruly river. But here I was! I had no idea how far along this ledge we were going to drive, ...
