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The end of days? With this in mind, I'm noticing little things that point to imminent change, if not something more dramatic creeping up on us: - Yesterday at a busy deli downtown, the cashier gave me my change but handed me an extra 75 cents by accident. He had closed the register drawer by then, so just shrugged and said "close enough". - Last week I was getting a newspaper from a box by a bus stop. A woman in front of me put in her change to get her paper, then turned to me with the newsbox door held open and said "Go ahead". Everyone knows when you put in your change you can take as many papers as you want, but nobody does. Until now. - Someone called me a few days ago to ask me if I wanted to pay to have my fax messages, e-mail and office calls directed to my cell phone "for my convenience". Why would anyone pay for that!? That's just what I want: to receive a fax while I'm getting groceries. Maybe these things don't mean anything on their own. Or, maybe it means our fragile civilization is headed to the dustbin. The resurgence of 80s fashions would be a sure sign of the latter. When I see feathered hair and zippered sleeves, I'm outa here! That makes me wonder: Did anyone in the dying years of the Roman Empire note the decline? They probably didn't have the time to notice either. Digest this. The folks at Reader's Digest have been incredibly supportive of the article, and have treated us with great sensitivity. Last week we spent a day at home with a photo crew who came to snap some shots to accompany the story. We have also been asked to provide some personal photos to complement the story. The following collection was compiled from our scrapbooks. Jasper has come so far! >> Review the incredible photography portfolio of Pierre St-Jacques. "Ooh, Elmo getting so tired of waiting!" My private hell. A Sesame Street CD is trapped in Suzy's computer in her office, just outside my door. Elmo, the red furry monster with spindly legs and a "kick me, I'm stupid" lisp, is waiting for me to click on his belly to unleash untold magic spells (and other kiddie horrors). I can't get the CD out, and even the reboot doesn't work. I've decided to wait to see if the programmers slipped in a sequence that kicks in after a long period of inactivity. I figure they knew that if nobody has touched the mouse for half an hour it means there are no adults around. And if the CD is still playing it probably also means the kids are still in the room. So maybe Elmo's real personality and moral lessons begin at this point. Waiting to find out is eery. Elmo is getting desperate. I'm afraid to go back out there. "Hello? You there? Please, play with Elmo!" My brother is a big Grover fan. I'll have to check with his new wife Sharon, but I think he still sleeps with a ratty "life-sized" Grover he had as a child (life sized meaning the size of a four year old). Lowell swears that Elmo is the Anti-Christ, or at least the Anti-Grover -- a less sophisticated and dim-witted shadow of his blue-haired hero. It seems that Grover gets less air time now that Elmo's around. Maybe it's a union thing or his wage demands became unrealistic when they made him "Super Grover". So typical. When Jasper was born Lowell made me promise that our house would be an Elmo-free zone, so I'll have to have a talk with Suzy -- after we figure out how to get the CD out. * * * * >> Lowell and Sharon sent me new photos of their house in Calgary. They put in a new floor in the kitchen, and made some other changes. Click here to see the photos.
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In 1987, Canada mingled in Nice, to mixed effect.
>> See the Revealing full photo. (01.15.2002)
(01.07.2002) (11.19.2001)
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