At the end of his autobiography, Pure Dynamite, Tom “Dynamite Kid” Billington said: “I’ll be honest, when I started out wrestling as the Dynamite Kid all those years ago, I had no idea things would end up the way they did. But I’d do it all again. I wouldn’t change a thing. Which I know […]
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My wife and I don’t celebrate Valentine’s Day. Valentine’s Day is only 8 days away from one of the most significant days of the year for us: February 22nd. February 22nd is my birthday. February 22nd is my wife’s birthday. February 22nd is the day we met. February 22nd is our wedding anniversary. We’ve both
As you can probably imagine given the sorts of posts I’ve written so far, I’m a pretty introspective guy. One of the tracks that my reflections take on a fairly regular basis is what-if-I’d-turned-right-instead-of-turning-left? It’s not because I’m bemoaning the fact that this or that didn’t work out like I wanted it to or because
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From the age of seven onward, I grew up on an acreage about half an hour east of Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. It was such a great place to be a kid. The subdivision we lived in had everything you’d ever want — good hills for tobogganing in the winter and dirt biking in summer. There
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It’s probably been 25 years since I last did any drawing. I don’t know why I stopped. Most likely the daily busy-ness of life. I mean, it’s not like I didn’t enjoy doing it anymore. Drawing is one of the things that I’m considering adding back into my life now that I have all this
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When I was in Grade 2, back in prehistoric times, I must’ve really been into football. I say “must’ve” because I honestly don’t remember. I am, after all, old — or so my kids tell me. To tell the truth, I only remember bits and pieces on either end of the incident I’m going to
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This may surprise you, but writing was not my first choice as a career. For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a pro wrestler. A great many of my early childhood memories are tied up with it. Sitting in front of the TV on Saturday afternoon, my heart in my throat,