Bravest Thing (He Ever Did)

My little girl asked for me to make a book about Danny stories -  real accounts of young Danny and his many childhood adventures. Danny was a good little boy, and always very... sneaky. Now for a young boy, there is nothing better in the world than the anticipation of Christmas. Presents lay under the tree, lights glimmer in the night, carols and jollity fill the air, presents lay under the tree. And, presents lay under the tree. That's right, little Danny  has   had an obsession with Christmas gifts. In fact, it was to the point where he needed to know what he was getting. Perhaps he would die otherwise? No worries. There are ways and means for a young boy to know his gifts. The first is rather simple. Mom puts the gifts under the tree. Danny picks up his gifts and gives them a shake. The unmistakable rattle and hum of Lego resounds. Mom yells in frustration. Danny smirks. He then measures the size of the box and compares it to the Lego sets in the Sears Christmas catal...

The province of Saskatchewan recently announced a temporary measure to help slow the spread of coronavirus. The new rule is that there can be no private gatherings of more than ten people. Ten is max. However, if you have more than ten people in your immediate family, they've graciously allowed all to stay under the same roof. So no, such families will not have to choose their least favourite child. It is more of the same - completely brainless and illogical. It is unreal. Are you in favour of this? Fine. But then you must also be begging the government to shut down schools. I teach a small class of twenty students. Every day I am in close contact with twenty different households. And who are those students in contact with? One student is on a provincial hockey team. That's 15 other households from across the province. Another is on a provincial baseball team. Same with him. And so on and so forth. I estimate my daily contact with students pushes me in the realm of contact with...

My little girl asked for me to make a book about Danny stories -  real accounts of young Danny and his many childhood adventures. Danny was a good little boy, and always very... busy. Well Danny had two older brothers and an older sister. Nothing against the older sister, but she didn't play hockey. The older brothers did. And so Danny followed what the older brothers did.  To be a younger brother is to have an advantage. That is, you never really learn how to play hockey, you just always somehow know how.  Danny's first childhood memory was of him skating. Two little feet, laced into old brown skates, inching forward on a sheet of glass. His second memory is of him losing a mini-stick at a rink, while his older brothers had a hockey practice. It was all hockey.  Well Danny soon was old enough for hockey. Almost. The town Danny lived in said he was too young to play - possibly they were just racist against four-year-olds - so Danny's dad drove him to a nearby village...