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I’m surprised that frozen shrimp cost that much. Here they are relatively cheap. Frozen crab legs and lobster are much more expensive as they are mostly Canadian sourced. The shrimp mostly come from Thailand, Vietnam and some other developing countries.

You must be around my age as I have already commented on them being in Montreal shoe stores in the 1950’s. They disappeared sometime in the early 60’s around the time people became conscious of the dangers of radiation and banning above ground atomic tests. Now when you go for any x-ray test they drape you in lead shields. Lol, we were so innocent then.

I would take my brother and sister-in-law there when they visited town. But I also enjoyed the little restaurant on Wolfe Street just south of Ste Catherine, which also served a great breakfast, more traditional Quebecois fare. It was a great place to take sleep over guests of the male sex and a gathering spot for breakfast with gay friends who lived in the Gay Village along with myself. I think it was called Resto du Village. They served all three meals, breakfast, lunch and dinner. And were licensed to sell alcohol. I imagine small places like that are at risk of going under during the lockdowns we have endured.

Are you thinking of Cora's. They serve a great breakfast, with fresh fruit with many of the dishes. Personally don't like fish & chips so never even noticed it and if I did, it didn't register.

If you had only booked an hour, I think the provider was justified in telling you time was about up. Didn’t you experience this in other activities in your life? At school, when I was sitting for exams we would be told near the end that we only had so much time to finish. That way you could decide what was important to finish and what to let go. That‘s one reason I avoid one hour sessions. Things tend to be too rushed. Except for massage. One hour is about right for that.

That's probably average for what most of us experience. Some exceed, some live up to and others fall short. Not really out of line and at least in the future you can see the good ones again and be fairly confident about what you will experience.

I might add this was in Rome many decades ago. He was studying at the Vatican. I always took a closer interest in Vatican affairs after that.

They must have found out fairly quickly, even if the first reports to them were unclear.

I'm having a hard time picturing that. Sucking toes and cock at the same time.

The picture of Tiger Woods' car in the ravine reminds me of Princess Grace's car after she drove off the Moyenne Corniche in the south of France. I was living in Geneva and it was all over the news for weeks as she unfortunately died shortly afterwards. Neither she nor her daughter were wearing seat belts which probably contributed to her death, as she was slammed into the back seat with the steering wheel having struck her in the forehead. I imagine Tiger had his seat belt on.

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I won’t miss it when I get back to Montreal. I’m more concerned about what happens to Le Saloon which is for sale.

I'm good at that too. Especially the details like dates, names, events in history etc. Which is why I am the unofficial historian in my town. I get invited to make a lot of speeches when anything historical is being celebrated.

Similar to a post above about learning the death of JFK at a young age, I was 5 when King George VI died. As he was also the King of Canada, just as Elizabeth is our Queen, it was a big deal. No television then but my dad had heard about it on the morning news on the radio. When I got up, dad was shaving in the bathroom and he looked down on me and intoned, “the King is dead”. I just looked up at him and wondered what that meant. As I got older I realized the first big change in our lives as Canadians was that we got a new face on our dollar bill, that of his daughter, Elizabeth. And on our coins as well, and postage stamps, pictures hung up in classrooms. King’s highways became Queen’s highways, King’s Counsel (KC), Queen’s Counsel (QC)., etc. It was huge!

Ten years ago I took in a stray dog who was wandering the street one block away from my house. I saw he was abandoned, collar but no tag, and took him home with me and my other dog, who was on the walk with me. I fed him and gave him water which he vacuumed and yes, he did shit on my dining room carpet. I cleaned up and kept him the night. My dog didn’t mind the company of the strange dog, and both were about the same size although the foundling was obviously underweight for his size. The house was quiet all night and I found the dog to be friendly and house trained after his initial accident which I put down to nerves. Long story short, I still have the dog, my other one died 2 years ago, and I love this dog every day more than the last.

You win!

The closest I got to him was in the fall of 2019 when I was in New York and with an escort who worked for Lucas Entertainment. He and Rocco were going out to Fire Island right after we were together for 2 days. I got in touch with my provider after the filming and asked him how it went. He said he got tucked by Rocco and enjoyed it. He was a top for me but I knew he could flip.

Isn’t that amazing. The doctor who performed the operation was William W. Keen. He performed the first successful removal of a brain tumour in the United States, in the 1880s. Were any of the older buildings still standing in the 1960s or had it been rebuilt?

Is the Jefferson Hospital still on Chestnut Street in Philadelphia? My great uncle, who was a child of 5, was operated on there in 1893 by America’s leading brain surgeon but to no avail. He died two days after the operation. The operation cost $300.

Is the Jefferson Hospital still on Chestnut Street in Philadelphia? My great uncle, who was a child of 5, was operated on there in 1893 by America’s leading brain surgeon but to no avail. He died two days after the operation. The operation cost $300.

We had an icebox and wood stove at our cottage north of Montreal in the Laurentian mountains until 1954, when electricity came to the county. And the iceman was the local farmer who sawed the ice in the winter into large blocks and stored in his barn all summer under a cover of sawdust to keep it from melting. We were the last generation of kids that went from the city with all the latest appliances to a country home for 3 months in the summer that had oil lamps, no electricity, but we did have a battery radio, a big floor model that looked like the electric one we had in the city. We did have running water (cold) supplied from a tank that was fed by a pump powered by a small gas powered motor. We thought the experience was great.

It wasn’t the worst job I ever had but had the strangest ending. Until I saw The Graduate a few years later and then understood about horny housewives. I was 16 and my first summer job was painting a neighbour’s cottage. It took about 6 weeks as it was a clapboard house and fairly large. When the job was finished I went to collect the pay. The husband was down in the city and the wife, who I knew well as I was friendly with her daughter, was alone. She went into her bedroom to get the money and when she emerged she was topless. I just stared at her tits and was speechless. I imagine my mouth dropped open. When I regained my composure, I just took the money and practically ran out of the house. It was never brought up either by her or myself and I never told anyone about it. I was a virgin at the time so that probably accounted for my acting like a scared deer.

I was reading about Charles Lindbergh last night and he fathered 7 children in his 50s and into his late 60s with three women who were his mistresses in Germany. Hitler would have been so proud of him. Lol.

Would that be a Hot and Cold Buffet?

Reminds me of the song ” If I had a million dollars” by the Bare Naked Ladies.