Hello everyone, everywhere,

Okay, it’s been a funny week. The sun’s been out but the wind’s been cold. So you want to wear your shorts and your mitts at the same time. You’re never sure what’s going to happen next.

Michelle and I are going to a concert in Edmonton on Tuesday. We’re going to see Whitney Rose. She plays an eclectic set of…I’m not sure. But I’m sure it’s going to be great. Michelle said I’m going, so off we’ll go to enjoy this concert.

Other than that..I’m pretty settled in to the new castle now. And I’m putting that weight on that I left behind awhile ago. Michelle weighs me every week and if it’s not going up, I get a boot and it’s out the door I go. And Dean’s always there to help. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Until we meet again at Smiley and Rona Flank’s World Famous Home of the Great Boom Box Contest Debate. What’s better? Quad From 1972 or New Stuff? And Hello to First Time Hearing Aid Wearers. Luckily we fenced in Floyd Kaflapp’s front yard. Rona had planted her flowers, so it was no to our back yard. I’d say big hats off to the whole Kaflapps family. Remember our motto: If you can’t hear and you’re new but the babies are crying anyway, we’ve got plugs!  You’ll find us handily at Nicepantstheylookalotlikemine Street and Youoweonyourcableandthezippersticks Crescent, right across the street from Gertie Till’s. If you see her it’s best to smile and say, “Lovely day, General!”  That’s it.


Trailer Park

Zester Familiar. Smooth talking, good looking, in his mind a perfect ten. Old Zester loved to say hello. Can’t remember a darn thing. (Oh skibbleknockers). New neighbourhood. Hoodwink Estates. The finest in home trailers, though the clause says to live in Hoodwink you have to buy your trailer from them. Unfortunately for you folks, they come in one style, one colour, and to save a buck you pick your own number.

Zester Familiar had not just a bit of memory loss, but he still had to deal with people. Like folks saying, “Oh you have a lovely smile.” Zester thought, oh this attention must mean–hey fella, stay up late tonight and watch (you got it baby) reruns!

Zester was lost. He needed to find his trailer. So what do you do? You go find your friends. Zester started with his best friend Neil Zipp. Lanky, lives with his mom, had personal goals. Wanted to graduate and have a grade 12 diploma. Sadly he was two grades off that diploma when he left school to pursue a new career working in the sewers. Neill wrote a note to self: If you work in a sewer don’t wear a suit the first day.

And then of course there was Fester Uptown. (No relation).

There they were, three mostly spent, in fact so spent the okay times were the best they were getting: Zester Familiar, Neil Zipp, and of course Fester Uptown (no relation). The plan: find Zester’s new trailer. Did I mention Hoodwink Estates contains a hundred and forty of the exact same trailers? (Well they do….so go tell Nancy).

Neil Zipp piped in, “Look guys, at the Slavanskys on the corner. Theirs is 1970. And next to them, the Lacey’s. Number 14.”

Midge Lacey herself said, “Neil, we can sit 14 very well for the big feast.” (Get it?)

Then Fester Uptown jumped in and blurted, “I will bring a chair and join you.” Midge looked at Fester who had missed his chair and was now on the ground grinning. “Thank you sir, though 14 is definitely not, or could ever be, 15. Watch yourself getting up, for you sir, are nothing more than a scallywag.”

Zester rolled his eyes and said, “Good story, Neil Zipp.”

The quest carried on. Row after row they went. Nothing. Or so they thought. On row 15 they took a break and Zester said, “I know I can be a bit off, but every trailer has a number except that one back in row 2.” Zester and the boys schmoozed on the idea.

Out of the blue, or red, or yellow, (pick your own colour), Neill Zipp exclaimed, “You used your lucky number Zester!”

“Six,” yelled Zester. “That’s my lucky number because…think…think…just think a little more…I’ve got nothin’.”

Fester Uptown (no relation) reached into his back pocket, pulled out a plastic card with (come on, you’re kidding me right?) (shhh, imaginary audience), a number six on it.

Neill Zip thought…tap…tap…hey, I wonder if that trailer with no number…. They all looked at each other and their eyes lit up. They rushed back thirteen rows as fast as they could rush. And ooh la la. (That’s French for hey that’s your trailer). For sure enough, they tried the key…it opened. Hurray! (Quick pause while Zester pushed Fester Uptown (no relation) into the snow beside the trailer).

And in that moment we saw Zester Familiar smile. That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

It’s been a very dark week, but in the last couple of days although the wind is cold, the sun is finally out. It’s definitely not great weather. But it was the long weekend.

Michelle was working in Edmonton with her family. They were fixing their rental house. I was at home just resting and thinking of new ideas to write.

And that’s all I’ve got this week. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment….and rest. Until we meet again at Fanny and Fred Zimbal’s World Famous House of Stained Glass and Archery for Beginners. Situated right in my Uncle Art’s garage. We’re on the corner of Isthatmytreeyoureplaninting Avenue and Ohididntseethebackofyourhouse Boulevard.



Billy Jenson moved into his new apartment building yesterday. It seemed that life along the way had changed. Oh the trees were blooming, like they should. And the days were warming every so slowly for Billy Jenson. Life had turned another left when it should have taken a right. Understanding with a touch of sadness. It was beyond comprehension that Billy Jenson’s best friend had been gone almost a year. It felt like forever. Billy talked to him every day. And the wind blew.

Billy heard from old friends once in awhile. Same with family. The days went by and Billy missed all of them. (It certainly felt like that, didn’t it?) Billy was searching for himself. He got lost a long time ago. And the wind blew cold on the memories he had. And so it continued.

That’s all.

(Never ever give up).

By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

You know, I’ve always lived my life taking care of myself. Then I got hurt and I went as long as I could by myself, and then finally I had to go for help. And boy, there was lots of help. I didn’t realize that.  And the positive people I chose to associate my life with keep me on an even keel. My new little castle is allowing me to do what I haven’t been doing for a long time: writing. I’m hoping it will be an interesting winter.

Michelle is very happy now. She’s out running again and she ran with her sons in Edmonton. She got all three of them to run 5K with her. She waited at the finish line for an hour and a half, but they made it. They’re good boys.

Well, that’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Until we meet again at Dillon and Sue Anne Gibbers’ Home of How to Be a Lumberjack in Three Lessons and Save a Tree Folks Emporium, all sort of bunched together in Karl Fibbons garage. You’ll find us in a flash. Our place is on the corner of Revyourtruckup Road and Library Way, next to Phil and Roxy Blatt’s. If you see furniture flying outside, footnote…Phil says Roxy gets real mad playing the bingo.


Grandfather and grandson playing catch

Our tale begins as most do. (What I mean is we meet the star of the story). Well first, because I’m telling the story, that makes me a star too. And my name is Merlin Speal of the Odette Falls Speals.

But I regret. No that’s not it. Rearrange. I believe not. Oh yes, it’s I digress. So anyhoo, let’s get on with it.

The person this tale is about is Charlie Bundle. Now Charlie appears to be from Dusty Falls, though we don’t hold that against him. Too much. All Charlie wanted was to be a pro ball player. He’d strut down Main Street telling anyone who would listen, “I’m gonna be a ball player and make tons of money. Don’t you know that?”

Years went by and Charlie was starting to age. (It really happens, so they say). Absolutely no way was Charlie Bundle ready to give up.

Over time, his spitball had no spit. The fastball? Well let’s just say the air popped on that bubble.

In remembering, no that’s wrong. I meant rigor mortis. (Oh fleece my shorts). The word I’m looking for is retrospect. (That’s a hard word to remember, doncha know!)

Time kept ticking.

One day, Charlie got asked to coach a kids’ league. Sure he would. I mean, why not?

The first day out in the field Charlie looked the team over and folks, get this, he says to himself, (or so the tale I’m telling goes), Charlie, some dreams are best left to float away.

Old Charlie says to the kids, “If anyone out here doesn’t want to be a big star you can go home right now!” (I believe Charlie just couldn’t or wouldn’t let go). Not one guy left. And why would they? They were only eight years old.

Not a concern or understanding among them. So ends the tale of Charlie’s lot…in life.

That’s all.

(Never ever give up).

By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

The last week has been filled with change for me. New keys. New doors.New faces. The other day I was just sitting on my balcony, I’m up there and I’m looking, and I’m thinking, I’m really happy. Beautiful trees. The street’s pretty noisy and there’s lots of construction going on but it’s quiet at night.

For someone who has trust issues I find this to be a bit overwhelming at times. I told people that I needed time to myself and I’ve found that I’ve been so bloody sore this week that I haven’t had time to really do anything. I still haven’t hung pictures. I still don’t have a garbage can.

The weather’s starting to get a little nicer, at least for a couple of days. But then it’s supposed to snow. I’m thinking, hey, barbeque tomorrow and snow cones on Wednesday. Anyways, that’s the weather report.

As far as the band goes, everything is moving along at great speed. Getting ready for shows coming up.

Michelle is just doing fantastic, and the cats seem to be fine. I’m glad I left them behind but I noticed that Creedence likes to watch Cat Chow at night. It’s her favourite show. I’m sure it’s a soap opera for cats.

Anyways, that’s about it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Until we meet again at Dutch and Brandy Skadool’s Home of Guys and Gals Mud Wrestling and Drop Off Your Seniors Any Time of Day where our proud motto reads If you like the wrassling, just turn Grandpa towards the tank and you’ll love him too. We’re on the corner of Woodcock Boulevard and Jimmiejam Road, next to Wessel Stump’s. If it’s a nice day he’ll be the front yard looking for his chompers. Slow down and wave, why don’t you.



It occurred to me this wonderous day.

I’ve started changing to live a new way.

Calm is the secret, like caressing a pleasing mate.

You can only reach these dreams if you know to wait.

But waiting alone, so long in life,

No kids to know of, no love from a wife.

So time has forced me into change once more,

Still I play my music, counting 1 2 3 4,

To realize, and gaze at the colours on my favourite tree.

Now, alone I may be but it is still beauty I choose to see.

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson