Why is Gene Wilder on the Canadian $10 Bill?

From the archives…


I no longer recall the details, but it was on a late-night talk show, probably in the 80’s, where a comedian pulled out a ten-spot and asked, “Why is Gene Wilder on Canada’s $10 bill?”  I’ve never forgotten that.

Had someone told me last month that Gene Wilder was 83, I would have wagered a week’s pay, confident in the knowledge that there was no way he was that old.  I would have bypassed Google and Siri, basking in certainty, assure of my conviction.

And I would have lost.

When did this happen?

Have I been asleep, adrift in a self-induced coma, or perhaps embracing the early stages of dementia?  It’s hard to fathom that Gene Wilder reached 83 years of age, before departing this earth.


My first recollection of Gene was watching Blazing Saddles on the big screen as a kid.  I’ve never forgotten the magic and wonder of being surrounded by belly laughing adults, basking in their cigarette…

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If the Women Don’t Find You Handsome

Another blast from the past!


There are a few DIY tasks around the home I can handle, a few I can’t.  I’m a seasoned painter, when I want to be, despite the fact that most every room in our house is overdue for a makeover.  I can tackle minor plumbing jobs; replace a tap or a toilet, even though my wife takes issue with the fact I repaired a leaking shower nozzle with a wine cork.  Don’t laugh, it worked.  In-wall repairs are beyond my expertise level, so until I get around to calling a plumber, problem solved. Of course in the interim, the shower is out of commission, but at least the tub’s still functional.

Years back I installed our dishwasher, although I won’t ever do so again.  The struggle to connect the water line in such an incredibly tight space, and not kink it, prompted a proliferation of profanities that mirrored the Old Man’s battle with his…

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Groundhog Wars

This year’s vote is 2 – 1, for an early Spring. Only time will tell..


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The marmots have spoken.

February 2nd 2018, both Punxsutawney Phil of Pennsylvania and Wiarton Willie of Ontario, predicted six more weeks of winter.

The only hold out; Shubenacadie Sam.

Amidst a gathering of media and fans, Nova Scotia based Shubenacadie Sam predicted an early spring—then promptly made a break for it, scaling his enclosure in a blur of portly fur. As luck would have it, an alert and quick-footed CBC Reporter grabbed the malicious marmot, seconds before he made good his escape.

For his heroic efforts, the young Reporter received a love bite, from an angry marmot.

Which begs the question.

Is my 2017 prediction coming true?

Is Shubenacadie Sam merely playing his audience—catering to an adoring public in an ingenious bid to land the lead role in Groundhog Day II – the Sequel?

If you have any doubt, behold my prophecy from one year ago; Scandalous Prognostication.

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