Thursday, October 28, 2010
As we’re making our way up the incline, and I am feeling the bridge vibrating, and I am a little excited to be here, enjoying the view, even though I have seen it many times, but this is different – I suddenly notice something else, something is rubbing against my leg…And I look down, and there is... Sign in to see full entry.
Jag, My Doggie…Part XIX
We made it! And, strangely, as we were entering the walkway that leads past the toll booths to the bridge, I had a faint sense that it was slightly irregular to be crossing here without paying, that I was getting away with something. But as I began reflecting on the force of habit that would induce... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Jag, My Doggie…Part XVIII
So we finally arrived in Dartmouth, where the toll booths are located, not before doling out our money, of course. (I don’t know why I say our money – it’s my money! Jag has never actually contributed a penny to my rather bare coffers!) Incidentally, I’m not entirely sure why the toll booths are in... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
Jag, My Doggie…Part XVII
Finally, one afternoon on the weekend following, I thought of the bridge, decided that the time had come to go on an expedition that was many years overdue, and we, that is to say Jag and I, set off in the car. (I should mention that, since he lacks the necessary vocal ability to be an obnoxious... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
Jag, My Doggie…Part XVI
So, as I mentioned before, it occurred to me one day that I had never crossed these bridges on foot. It occurred to me not just out of the blue – things don’t tend to occur to me that way. Unlike most people, whose minds are always populated with all manner of interesting ideas and schemes, my own... Sign in to see full entry.
Monday, October 18, 2010
Jag, My Doggie…Part XV
Yes, the Halifax bridges. The times when I enjoy them far outweigh the moments when they frustrate me. Particularly when, after a long drive I disengage the cruise control as I come off the freeway on the Dartmouth side, feeding into Woodland Avenue, coasting down to Victoria, turning and coasting... Sign in to see full entry.
Sunday, October 17, 2010
Jag, My Doggie...Part XIV
Bridges - there is something magical about bridges. Like tunnels, bridges funnel the trajectories of human travel. They concentrate the flow of energy of many lives at the moment of crossing, make lives touch, if only fleetingly. But while there is something gnomic about tunnels, bridges belong to... Sign in to see full entry.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Jag, My Doggie…Part XIII
A while ago, when I announced that this series had come to an end, there was a loud protest from our Tzippy. How do I know it was loud? Well, my hearing ain’t the best, (too much time spent sitting next to the amplifiers in student pubs in years gone by), but I heard it, so if I can hear it, it’s... Sign in to see full entry.
Wednesday, October 6, 2010
Jag, My Doggie…Part XII
My days in Halifax are coming to an end. Tomorrow morning, after walking the doggie one more time along the trails of Point Pleasant Park and feeding him his last breakfast in these parts, I shall be on the road back to Ontario. But I thought I’d give you a glimpse of some of the sights we see when... Sign in to see full entry.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Jag, My Doggie…Part XI
It is time to bring this little series to a close… The travails of travel behind us, we settled in, but it took another week or so after our arrival to overcome the effects of the recent ordeal. We were both still in pain, and had to continue for days with our medication, which of course involved... Sign in to see full entry.