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When I was little, my mom and dad worried about me. Not just the usual stuff, but also because I tended to misconstrue things.
You might think that on the last day of summer we boys would make the most of our last fleeting moments of freedom.
Ray Smit looks at the many forms of irony — some provide comedic relief, others are morbid
Local columnist makes his case for a senate posting, including walking to work and getting a roommate1
Mom hated the summers in the city finding no respite from the heat in the un-air-conditioned little house or the treeless backyard.
Early on in life my goal was to be famous. That way people would ask for my autograph.
I didn’t much like school as a child. I’d like to say it was because the curriculum wasn’t challenging enough for my gigantic brain.
Smit recounts stories from his cool, older brother
Dad never told us a story without a lesson or moral in it and some bear repeating.
to say I’m not as athletic as I used to be is kind of like a politician saying he’s not as honest as he used to be.
Like everyone else in my class, I didn’t have a clue
My father was hoisted on his own black and white petard
Parksville Qualicum Beach News columnist Ray Smit ponders whether he's old-fashioned or not
Looking at all two yards of it, I couldn't help but think, "who's the man?"
When we first moved to Canada, dad's English vocabulary was limited
Father's Day is so much harder to shop for then the other holiday
They say telling a lie is always its own worst punishment
Call me a Luddite if you like, but I simply detest change
Ancient television series brings back fond memories of childhood
Christmas isn't just about presents and fun, but about forgiveness