http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/A reminiscence of one aging free spirit's journey through a turbulent decadehourly12000-01-01T12:00+00:00http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/314999Obviously, when I wrote some of these, I was posing as a woman (because I wanted to try a writing experiment) reflecting upon her sordid past. These stories are, for the most part true tales, embellished a tad due to my over-active imagination; but I am and always have been unquestionably "male"....http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/273821Well, oh well—there was splendor in the grass. I must say fell for Michelle. And it wasn’t just the weed. What a nice lass! We stayed friends for one whole party, and I saw her a few times after that. My over-active imagination played a whole scenario out in my head. But I never drew her into my...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/273784Schubert Drive runs alongside the Thompson River, and now in late summer it was covered with white fluffy flakes from the tall cottonwoods that lined its banks. We walked out alongside the dyke that had held back the high waters during the flood back in the ’72. Puffing on my last Export-A, I...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/272499I’ll always remember the friends who kept me sane in my younger years. We were a lot of radicals. We tanked it up good before midnight, and then hit the parties with our best rebel yells. This was well before Billy Idol made such things famous. What kind of a misspent youth did you have? Idle...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/75001The auditorium was jammed with dignitaries. An MP from Ottawa was introduced and took the microphone. He was the Minister of the Environment. I can't remember his name now. It was under the Trudeau government. We listened as he talked about Habitat for the Humanities. "Easing the plight of the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/70917dressed to kill in a stylishly short, tightly woven cord skirt and a sweater that hugs my curves in all the right places. Andrea, my billet, has a friend who wants to smoke some hashish with us, and I am in the mood to try almost anything. We drive out to the Jericho beach lot, and watch the...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/70578Sometime in the late seventies, I was haunted by a ghost. At the time I was living in an old house in a small town in northern Saskatchewan. I learned later that a witch had died in the bedroom. One afternoon on a dull day after a particularly hard night of partying the night before, I awakened to...http://www.blogit.com/Blogs/Blog.aspx/ebb.and.flow230/69145In the middle of a turbulent decade, I embarked upon a journey of self-discovery that led me to Vancouver for the first time in my life. An eventful week at a national student Interchange on Canadian Studies with the theme of Multiculturalism as the focus; the venue would be various schools and...