By Lauriate Roly Today we returned from an eye doctor appointment. Maddy is constantly at my side these days because I’m not in too reliable shape. I don’t even dare to imagine how I would manage if she were not the very devoted and precious daughter that a widower like me has to depend on. […]
October 23, 2017
By Lauriate Roly I knew when he died that I would miss him, because I liked him very much. But, even more than missing the individual himself, deep in my heart, I knew that to never hear his full voice again, live, and unrecorded, would be such a painful loss that it would affect me […]
April 10, 2017
By Lauriate Roly “I’ll give you ten dollars”. Well, no… What do you mean, No? If people really want to hear me play because they like it, I don’t need money to please them. It’s enough for me that they enjoy my playing. I love to play, and I love to hear myself play. […]
February 14, 2017
By Lauriate Roly Something that never excited me, was to kiss someone. In fact, I hated it. What an uncomfortable and ridiculous custom having someone grab and crush themselves to you and plant a very uncomfortable and miserably juicy pressure on your comfortable and dry face. My aunt Katy was a horror and demon as […]
July 11, 2016
By Lauriate Roly I’ve been fortunate enough to have dined in some of the greatest restaurants. None sticks in my memory more than Woolworth’s. From where I worked to my night school classes was about two miles, and I would have to walk that distance, if I expected to use the money I had on […]
June 6, 2016
Lauriate Roly recalls a compelling story from an unlikely source. By Lauriate Roly Hughie was a hermit. He was about sixty years old at the time. He was completely uneducated, couldn’t read, nor write, and how he managed to survive was a mystery. He lived in a tumble-down shack, without walls and almost no roof. […]
December 12, 2014
By Lauriate Roly I couldn’t believe the sleek, spotless, black stretch limo coming into my driveway. Only because it surprised me; but I knew in an instant that Cheryl from Brussels, the “Belgium Bombshell” was back in town. She had business to do in Montreal and needed to see me first, so naturally, since I […]
November 3, 2014
By Lauriate Roly It’s so dark; so early. Was I supposed to set my clock back an hour last night? I used to love the dark, on Berri Street. I used to feel so comfortable and sure about myself in the advancing darkness and waiting for the streetlights to go on. Also, I loved […]
May 7, 2013
Lauriate Roly recalls a compelling story from an unlikely source. By Lauriate Roly Hughie was a hermit. He was about sixty years old at the time. He was completely uneducated, couldn’t read, nor write, and how he managed to survive was a mystery. He lived in a tumble-down shack, without walls and almost no roof. […]
April 9, 2013
As warm weather finally arrives, Lauriate Roly laments the mysterious disappearance of a neighborhood phenomenon. By Lauriate Roly The question would have more meaning to me if I would be asked what I don’t hear. I would tell you how I miss the cute and mysterious musical sound of the “peepers”. I live in the […]
April 2, 2013
By Lauriate Roly I’ve been fortunate enough to have dined in some of the greatest restaurants. None sticks in my memory more than Woolworth’s. From where I worked to my night school classes was about two miles, and I would have to walk that distance, if I expected to use the money I had on […]
November 17, 2017
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