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Oh great! My wife was watching the news when she heard that another Andre Nantel is accused of sexually abusing his own daughter.

Can you guess where people will end up if they do a Google search?

Holding a truck while ridding a bicycle is getting old, so today I did it with my rollerblades. Just my luck. The first time I do it and a cop catches me. He seemed to be off duty because he was in civilian clothes and in a civilian car. He showed me his badge and it was as if I’ve been watched all along and he followed me around to catch me committing a crime. I know what I did was dangerous and all, but is there even a law against it?

On the bright side, the truck pulled me up a hill before I was told to let go of it.

According to this article in Cyberpresse, Karla Homolka has been spotted in Longueuil. What made the article especially funny, is the mention that the area was rapidly crawling with journalists looking for a scoop.

Honey, my offer of the tent in Ellesmere Island still stands.

Roadworth, a street artist who faces 51 counts of mischief for his original stenciling of our ugly roads, has received a permit to practice his art on bike paths. All I can say is wow, the guy is even better when he’s not looking over his shoulder every other second.

Third of the series

I had iced coffee on a terrasse with Khansahib today. After almost two hours of breathless conversation, we took a leisurely walk through the neighbourhood, which K. photographed as I searched for the perfect tomato for tonight

When I live alone, I’ll be giving Montreal telephony a try:

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Second in the series

Indeed, there aren’t many Quebecers this part of my street. That’s the part close to the metro station Saint-Michel where there are only duplexes. I wonder why.

Our neighbor to our South side is an old lady who lives alone. When I was a kid, I use to play basketball in our little yard and she got very angry every time the ball dropped in her yard, because it crushed all her tomato plants. Whenever she wasn’t around I would quickly jump over the fence to get the ball.

To the North lives one big united family in the whole duplex. From time to time, we talk to them about sometimes about housekeeping, sometimes about vegetation and sometimes about the snow that we all have the shove during winter. They are nice people.

To the west, in front of our house lives… I can’t say. They seem to never get out, so no one ever sees them. It sounds like some mystery novel with a good thrill to find out what is going on in that house.

Next to that one, is another duplex with three generations of one family living there. During the summer, the old man spends his whole days sitting in front of his house, watching cars passing by or just looking around. While his niece plays with her friends running in the streets.

Finally, above us lives our beloved tenant; an old Vietnamese couple with their niece who was sent here to study. We don’t see the old man much except when they invite us or we invite them for a social gathering. His wife always cooks something for us to eat and she keeps our little garden well and alive. Over time, they have become close friends to our family. Tenant-wise, they are the best an owner can ask for. During winter, after a snowfall, they often go out and help us shove the snow and like I already said, they keep our plants alive and give us food. Oh no, it’s not food, it’s good food.

I’m hungry now…

I have spent a good portion of the summer running at the gym and around Montr

First installment of the “Love thy Montreal neighbor” series.

After the big move to our new home last fall I started to notice a trend with my new neighbours. When I would leave in the morning, people were sitting on their balconies watching me. When I returned at night, people were sitting out there watching me. I stuck my head out the door to get my mail and someone is within my field of vision, watching me. I value my space and privacy so this has been a huge shock. I