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The Hook On… Motivation. (Or Lack Thereof.)

Let’s get this out of the way first; you know I’m going to leave this post undone, right? I’m the first to admit that I’m not a terribly ambitious person. My lovely bride and I purchased our house more than … Continue reading

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Marital Interlude: A Conversation/Battle With My Wife.

I deal with marital strife at work all the time. Arguably, couples fight more on vacation than when they’re at home, and so I often take it upon myself to intercede. What makes me think I’m qualified to do so? … Continue reading

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The Mother Of All Meltdowns.

HOOK’S NOTE:  Yes, I’m still burnt-out. However, I’m still fighting the good fight while serving haranguing travelers of every variety. This is how I’m doing my part to unite the human race; by treating everyone badly. After eighteen-plus years in … Continue reading

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5×5 With The Hook: Erica Ehm.

If you were a Canadian teen in the Eighties, and you liked “the rock ‘n roll videos” and pop culture in general, then you were in love with a young lady named Erica Ehm. Erica was a VJ (video jockey) … Continue reading

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Honesty May Not Be The Best Policy After All…

But it’s definitely the funniest. In my world, at least. It was Memorial Day morning. The hotel was abuzz with activity at an earlier hour than was the norm. Then again, in the hotel, “normal” is a relative word. At … Continue reading

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Let The REAL Summer Games Begin…

I spent a lot of time with my grandmother when I was a wee lad (yes, I actually was a young, innocent, non-snarky child once) living in St. Catharines, Ontario; my time with her shaped my life in ways I … Continue reading

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My Life: A Study In Nuttiness.

A Typical Night In My Home, 11:30 p.m. The Place:  My bedroom, darkened with the exception of the flickering electronic light of my television. Beside me, the wife was slumbering peacefully, as was our  crazy dog who insists on nestling … Continue reading

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