Ken's Korner

Watch out for back stabbers!

Ken Johnston

What a way to end a camping trip... getting stabbed in the back!
No it is not what you are thinking a person did not do something behind my back to hurt my feelings... I literally was stabbed in the back.


Do not adjust your set...

Ken Johnston

While we do not see that as often on television like we did a few decades ago when technical difficulties were almost as common as commercials, it does pop up from time to time.


Where did 18 years go?

Ken's Korner

Who would have guessed that 18 years could fly by so quickly? Last week that reality hit me between the eyes... my little brother is not so little anymore.


What is your best guess?

It definitely feels like fall is just around the corner.
The cooler winds this past week have that signature feel and smell of fall about them. And some of the trees have started to lose their leaves
My garden is just about done at least a month early this year.


Learning about the birds and bees...

Have you ever learned about the birds and the bees and the butterflies?
No this is not going where you might think.
About five years ago my mom bought me a magazine on perennial gardening.


Late July, opposite of late January

Hot! Hot! Hot!
Has it been hot enough for you?
Temperatures pushing 100 degrees Fahrenheit plus some humidity and it is the exact opposite of what we complain about in late January.


Hiding from the big Four-O!

I remember being 20 and thinking that 40 was old.
This past Sunday I got a year closer to that milestone... I turned 39.
Over the course of the past week I contemplated whether I should mention my upcoming birthday to people I know. Thinking that maybe if few people knew about it they might think next year is 39 not the Big Four O!


1,000 pound rumour

My how the rumour mill has changed but yet stayed the same over the years.
We all know the exercise. Sit in a circle, whisper a story to the person next to you and then have them do the same to the next person and so on. Then the last person tells the tale and amazingly it has changed quite a bit from the original story.


Life without pit stick

Have you ever gone on a trip and when you got there realized you had forgotten something?
Well that happened to me on the weekend when I went to Winnipeg.


Sleep? What sleep?

I guess I need to switch to a night shift job.
If it is not the wild cats fighting it is the train whistles polluting the night with noise.
Well Monday night I had trouble getting to sleep and when I finally did the cats were at it again and then it seemed like a dozen trains went through town blowing their horns.


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