Author Archives: Peter Carter

A PAIR OF PUSHOVERS Over lunch this afternoon, my long-time excellent friend Trevor MacIntyre and I discussed the fact that we’re both pushovers for panhandlers. So’s my wife Helena. She is quite unable to pass somebody with his or her hand out without looking him or her in the eye, talking a bit, probably pattingContinue reading “Bum Wars: Trevor and Pete's Guide to Profitable Panhandling”

FOR THE LOVE OF PETE MacFarlane a hero I like to think I was named after Yesterday afternoon, my older-by-29-months brother Eddie showed up on my front porch at 5:05 and by 5:15, we were clinking beer bottles and laughing like stoned teenagers. We were talking about Vimy Ridge.   The thing is, before EdContinue reading “Pete Goes to Vimy Ridge”

NOT JUST A PRETTY FACE: Cormier was so good-looking I’m using his mugshot to make my blog prettier. Yesterday afternoon at about 2:00 p.m., if you were driving in the lane beside me and glanced over, you would have seen me seem to sneeze and then quickly reach up to adjust my glasses.  Except itContinue reading “Why jealousy's nothing to sneeze at”

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REHAB’D RICK: By the time he was 27,  Mayoh had lived under 21 roofs.   This week, here at Pete’s B&G, we welcome a guest blogger: The wild-and-whiskered Rick Mayoh. I first met Mayoh in second-year university. He was a mature (ha!) student returning to school after  what most of us would have considered oneContinue reading “Wildman Emeritus Mayoh: Why heaven, not hell, is other people”

I’ve been working from home for a little more than a year now. This is my report and I’ll cut to the important part right away. SNOW JOKE: Even cleaning off your car requires exertion. Working from home can be very bad for your health and everything else. We’ll deal with health first. Every regularContinue reading “Working from home one year in. Help me Jesus.”

Twenty six years ago March 1, my wife Helena spent the better part of an otherwise nondescript Friday giving birth to our identical twin daughters Ewa Frances and Ria Bridget. TWICE THE FUN: Twice the puns  Between that day and now, Ewa and Ria have become fully functioning humans. They read; they can add; theyContinue reading “Hey George Clooney! I've got twin daughters! And advice for you and Amal!”

DRIVING MISS-TAKES: I’m glad I’ve never made one. About two hours ago, I was driving home and some man headed the same direction as me in the lane to my left and a few feet ahead veered right without checking his blind spot. I swerved to avoid an accident. He realized what happened and pulledContinue reading “Why safe driving just doesn't make any sense”

Less than 30 minutes ago, my good friend Rodney Frost and I had a phone conversation about how there are people who, for some reason, want you to be working at something. RODNEY: “Of course Brother Ed is right. All.  The.  Time.   For those folks—and they know who they are—writing at a computer orContinue reading “Fun for All and All for Fun! The campaign starts here!”

BRIGHT AND BEAUTIFUL AGA: The niece whose picture I use cuz she’s way better looking than any of the other characters in  this story. (Aga also plays an important part near the end.) The elderly man standing under the street lamp was alone and sort of all wrapped up, hugging himself. I couldn’t blame him;Continue reading “A Few Old Husbands’ Tales”