Every day at noon, a cannon is fired on Citadel Hill, which is across the street from the apartment. Today's shot was so loud, the cats scattered -- mine went and hid, Amanda's sat and look afraid. But then, seconds later, another blast. Then another. Must have something to do with Victoria Day. Here's video shot after I took some photos (see the BigAss Photo Gallery for those). NOTE: This is not the normal noon cannon. The noon cannon is much louder.
Today marks a weird spot on the calendar for me. It’s one of those landmarks that really doesn’t mean anything, other than to illustrate the weirdness of time and how we feel it. As of today, my son Gordon has been without his mother longer than he was with her. The length of time Amanda has been gone is now longer than the length of time we were a family of three. Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it’s been that long, but that dangblasted calendar tells me it’s almost three years. I have not said a word about it to G, but tonight, for the first time in a long time, he pulled out the Missing Mummy book for bedtime. Today was my last day in broadcasting for a while, as far as I can tell. I spent the past five years as Program Director at Newstalk 1290 CJBK in London, Ontario. And in recent years, I was also the noon-hour show host, afternoon news anchor, a commercial voice guy, TV news promo voice guy, and more. Also in the past five years, I’ve bought a house, endured renovation