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Coprolites in Amber (etc.)
Introduction: I am not a hoarder. Yet like many geriatrics, I have accumulated more than my share of junk. Also, like many of this age, I have been beset by nightmares of my children sorting through that junk in my permanent absence. Upon retirement in early 2015, I began to clean up. Much of my…
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25. Reconciliation from one Settler’s Viewpoint
Along with too many fellow British Columbians, I could not have accurately identified the acronym ‘DRIPA’ a year ago. I certainly did know that reconciliation with Canada’s First Nations people was a government priority. That was especially needed after abuses of native children in former residential schools came squalidly to light. I was also aware…
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24. Of Savagery and Remorse
In a recent Ezra Klein podcast, the science writer Michael Pollan made some amazing claims about the nature of consciousness. His interview ranged from his insights of psychedelics to the possibility that human consciousness may not be exclusively brain centered. He remarked that even the simplest life forms use their sensory inputs to infer and…
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23. A Closer Look at MAiD
A few months ago, I was reprimanded by an old friend for an offhand comment about medical assistance in dying. In our chat at a Vancouver café, he had mentioned he was helping another friend with an application for that legal process known in Canada by its acronym–– MAiD. His friend was slipping into dementia.…
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22. Lamenting a Battered Defiance
1 It can be revealing to recall the evolution of one’s political persuasions. For example, my early notions about Cuba were formed in utter ignorance of facts: The country came first to attention through the historic address of President JFK watched live on TV in October 1962. Kennedy announced that the Russians had sneaked nuclear…
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21. Of an Approaching Expiry Date
When I turned seventy-fourth a few months ago, I received a video of three of my little grandkids singing “happy birthday.” Even though they stood a little stiffly and were urged on by their mom whispering in the background, I was touched. After the chorus, my daughter pointed her iPhone cam at each in turn…
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20. Celebrating Mixed Marriage
Within a week of marrying in late December 1984, my Zimbabwean wife, T., and I arrived at Heathrow Airport enroute to Canada. The female immigration officer who checked our passports had reddish grey hair and a severe expression. She resembled Maggie Thatcher. “And what is your relationship?” She glanced stonily between faces and photos. “Husband…
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