Clarence Darrow and the quality of mercy

This has been on my mind as of late. This is from Clarence Darrow’s plea for Leopold and Loeb, August 22-25th August 1924. Yes, he spoke for three days and his plea is rightly lauded as the best denunciation of capital punishment ever uttered. He moved the judge to tears, people openly wept in the […]

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Remembrance 2015

    Last year, I was in the UK on Remembrance day. I wrote a  blog post  from there and used a picture I had taken  at the war memorial in Galashiels, Scotland. I made the arty choice of using the “black and white” filter. In doing so, I  completely missed a poignant detail. On the right […]

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Inscriptions

In my family there was a rule- when giving a book as a gift, you had to write something in it. It didn’t have to be much-Merry Christmas, or Happy Birthday or something. I wasn’t sure my older brother Ed knew the rule. The likelihood that he would ever give anyone a book as a […]

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Remembrance Day

I am a pacifist at heart,  a socialist as a matter of conscience and a historian by inclination. That means Remembrance day leaves me in a quandary. I study war in my off hours, though I rarely write about it. I ‘ve always felt that somehow writing about it would perpetuate it. And when I […]

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Why I fly the Red Ensign

  I’ve never  been a flag waver. My patriotism is a little closer to the bone. It doesn’t need bells and whistles. Since the late 90’s, however, I have made a point of flying a flag on Canada Day, but the one I fly is the Red Ensign. Here’s why. In the late 90’s I […]

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Memorial Hall

I had an amazing gig on Sunday, the 6th. It was a benefit for Horizons, a charity that does great work in Guatamala. The event was Writers and friends. Three Authors and one musician. Catherine Bush, David Macfarlane and Priscilla Uppal . I love events where two or more genres meet. It was great to listen […]

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Halloween reflections

It’s 5:20AM on All Saints Day. I’m at an airport. I could be feeling sorry myself, but I’m feeling a pang for my beloved wife. I’m flying off to do a weekend of gigs. She is at home dealing with the kiddie hangover that is the morning after halloween. The 7 year old gets to work […]

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