Glenn Kubish

Here are three things that left behind tracks of happiness and gratitude. We keep going, right? Three Things, episode 113:                                            1. Digging   I am drawn to the CN Tower. Not that CN Tower. I mean, Edmonton’s CN Tower at the north end of 100 Street downtown, the original CN Tower. Its name is borderline obsolete, sure. At 26 storeys, it’s not so towering. And the railway company no longer has a presence in the building, even though its logo, the good old twisted paper clip, still adorns the structure at base and tip. When I was a boy, the basement of the building housed the train station and it was from there that trips to visit the Winnipeg grandparents commenced. Waiting for Christmas morning was a snap compared to the agony of waiting for the train to wake up and, abruptly, with a jolt, head east.   “Are you looking for something ...

Happy end of the week, y’all! Here are three things that made for a little, okay, more than a little, happiness and gratitude.                            1. Hope and feathers   Stockboys at   IGA glanced over at him as he stood there near the eggs, feathers still fluttering free from the gash in the right sleeve of his winter jacket. A little girl pushing one of those little shopping carts pointed at him and was gently hushed by her mother who would likely explain later in the car that it’s not polite to stare at strangers. The object of this attention was my friend Darren, the intensive care physician. He had set out for the grocery store on his bike and had taken a wooded, downhill route, misjudged his position or his speed or his age and smashed into a bristling spruce tree. Like an opponent’s spear levelled in a joust, the branch knocked Darren off his mount, slashing his puffy armour and lacerating the ...