Autumn slipped into our week, almost unnoticed. It showed up just after 8 pm on Tuesday, quietly, but full of promise. It shook hands with summer, bidding it a well-deserved rest, and assumed its mantle of leadership, such as it has since the dawn of time. Before it...

There is a fable that has been attributed to Aesop, but likely came from another source.  It is called the “Story Of The Painted Gold”. There was once an elderly man who sold all of his possessions and brought a large piece of gold.  He buried the treasure in the...

Last week I stopped in at Tim Hortons on my way to work.  I ordered a coffee with milk and sugar, and a bagel toasted with butter.  The young person at the window took my money and gave me my stuff without a single word being spoken; no “good morning” or “thank you”...