Author Archives: Peter Carter

By the time I get to Reno

We just had our kitchen renovated and I’m almost embarrassed to tell you how happy I am with the end result. I won’t go into great detail because I don’t want to make anybody jealous, but since the fix, walking into our kitchen is a whole new almost religious experience. If you’d asked me 15Continue reading “By the time I get to Reno”

All I’m saying is give Pete a chance

This just in! My sister Mary has created and hung a peace sign out front of her house. It’s a beaut and it’s in response to a challenge issued by our hippiest sister Charlene to spread the word. I made one, too, though now that my excellent friend the writer, comic and smartass John MacMillanContinue reading “All I’m saying is give Pete a chance”

Only going up from here: 7 Lessons I learned at Shania's knee

 HOW’S THIS FOR OPENERS? Talk; a.k.a. Nicholas Durocher, graduated from mom’s basement to setting the moodfor Shania Twain’s Queen of Me Tour. Photo lifted fromBeyondthestagemagazine.com  Earlier this year, my sister Bertholde gave one of my other sisters, Mary, a pair of tickets to see Shania Twain here in Toronto, and Mary, God love her, gave one toContinue reading “Only going up from here: 7 Lessons I learned at Shania's knee”

There once was an editor from Limerick

 SCOOP AND STOOP:Photo by another marvelous neighbour, Ashley Wood-Suszko My friend and neighbour Taras Gula attended a conference in Ireland this past summer and returned with a bunch of local newspapers that he gave me and I can’t stop reading them.  The Connacht Tribune calls itself “Ireland’s Best Local Newspaper.”  The Limerick Leader’s motto isContinue reading “There once was an editor from Limerick”

Never the Twain I'll meet

HARLEY I’M HOME: Twain aboard her “flying horse.” I think the singer would feel at home on my bike, too. I hope Shania–when she sees me in the audience next month–doesn’t get thrown off her game.  You know…like forgetting what rhymes with “under” or–worse–instead of singing “no one needs to know right now,” she’ll beContinue reading “Never the Twain I'll meet”

Doing the Iris jig

READING BETWEEN THE LIONS: It just occuredto me. Iris has always loved looking at books.You don’t suppose she can re…nahh… This past Saturday morning, at about 11:00, my wife Helena and I were sitting across from each other on our front porch. Our 16-year-old housemate, Professor Iris Cat–Iris to friends–strode out the front door andContinue reading “Doing the Iris jig”

Better childrearing through chemistry

TINY TYRANT TIME: Me, doing my morning paper route Here’s what was going through my  mother Huena’s head when she bought me my first–and only–chemistry set. And oh no, it was definitely not, “this should spark young Peter’s interest in science so he’ll grow up to be a health-care professional like me.” I’m pretty sureContinue reading “Better childrearing through chemistry”

Where the eavesedropping meets the eavestroughing

WORK WORK WORK, that’s all I ever do.  I’m going to tell you a true story that could– if things went really wrong– get at least two people into trouble, and I sincerely hope nothing bad happens. But too bad if it does; the story’s just itching to be shared. I’m mean that way. First,Continue reading “Where the eavesedropping meets the eavestroughing”

How I just learned to just love pro wrestling

ON MAT LEAVE FROM  KITCHEN: Get it? Mat? Never mind.  Saturday June 25, 2023. 2:45 p.m. I was standing in the afternoon sun when I all of a sudden found myself on the receiving end of a rib-threatening (and sorta, like, wet) hug.  I’m talking an in-your-face body-slam embrace; a hug that with the addition ofContinue reading “How I just learned to just love pro wrestling”