Lives & Legacy

Maybe it is a function of age. Maybe it is just something that I never noticed before. But this year, the transition from what I call “peak to bleak” went more quickly than usual.

The recent $90-million Lotto-Max record jackpot started me thinking. What would I do with that kind of money falling in my lap all at once?

In our neck of the woods, there are few phrases more dangerous than: “It’s just down the road.”

There are certain rules in life that deserve to be questioned. Take the one about wearing white after Labour Day. Who decided this?

Part of the charm of living in a small community is that, after a while, you discover there are rules. Not the kind posted on a sign or buried in a municipal bylaw. These are the unwritten rules. Nobody explains them to you. You just pick them up along the way.

We are a few days into August. The annual construction holiday is over and, if you are like me, you are wondering how you’re going to pack in all the things you had  planned to do this summer — and haven’t yet — into the next few weeks.

There are few things more uniquely Quebec than the annual construction holiday – not poutine, not arguing over whether the Canadiens should be more active in the off-season, not even debating the proper pronunciation of “Vaudreuil.”

This, in my not-always-so-humble opinion, is the absolute best time of the year.

Here is a take that will probably be wildly unpopular. At the very least, though, it should get a few people fired up. We are only about a week into the World Cup soccer tournament and I have already had more than my fill of the whole spectacle.

There are certain milestones in life that society collectively agrees are important. Then there are the quieter milestones. Those are the ones I have been thinking about lately.