It’s August 9. In previous years I was doing all manner of things this week:
- In 2014, I lamented the passing of Ron Boyles
- In 2013, I was just starting out printing coffee bags
- In 2012, I was railing against the privatization of public space
- In 2011, I printed what might be my favourite letterpress job to date, in Berlin
- In 2010, Oliver and I took a trip to Souris to hear Tim Chaisson
- In 2009, I took a boat trip off French River for the first time
- In 2008, it was a summer of endless travel fun
- In 2007, Catherine told me she would go to the beach every day if she could
- In 2006, Karin LaRonde made me iced tea for my lunch
- In 2005, I noted that the CBC had started to run ads on its website
- In 2004, I learned there are 10,000 people buried in the Elm Avenue Cemetery
- In 2003, Ian and Tessa got married
- In 2002, I tried to get the Bank of Montreal to fix its clock
- In 2001, I was singing the praises of MacAusland’s Woollen Mills
- In 2000, I noted that Linda’s Coffee Shop had kicked it up a notch
- In 1999, I was still mostly talking about work here
Which is to say two things:
I’ve been doing this a long time, this writing-on-the-web thing.
And in none of the above was I at all conscious of the fact that summer would soon be over.
So let this serve as your official reminder (we’re going to Richard’s for lunch in Covehead; maybe we’ll see you there?)
