On getting old…

Last Saturday was my 35th birthday. Personally I’m not known to be one who regards this sort of thing very much; in recent years I would much rather have ignored it than anything else. I’d probably feel different if I felt I had accomplished more in my life, but that’s the way it goes. This year, however, was different, not so much on the day itself (although it is 35, which means I’m getting perilously close to middle age) but in what happened 3 days after. Continue reading On getting old…

Screwed.

One thing I’ve always wondered is why I kept seeing, practically every day, a motorist getting pulled over by a cop literally within a stone’s throw of the intersection near my highway exit. It was, as I said, almost a daily sight on my commute home. I postulated then that either I was witnessing an incredible coincidence, or that something was rotten in the city of Montreal. Today I got my answer. Continue reading Screwed.