Profile of Ed Smith

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  • A rod by any other name

    It hurt like hell. And the fact that the belt was being wielded by the hand of my loving mother made it hurt even more. More than injured, I was ...

  • A just reward

    It's an uncertain world. No doubt about it. When a vintage writer such as myself can pass almost without notice through any mall in Eastern ...

  • Montana versus Horton

    When a red-blooded Canadian boy would rather watch some girlie whirligig called Hannah Montana prancing around the television screen in furious ...

  • Them and us again

    Don't get me wrong. xxxxxxxxxx I like St. John's. I couldn't very well say that while my father was alive because he professed to hate the place. ...

  • Supplements to learning

    I remember clearly being given my school supplies. In Grade 1 they consisted of a slate, a slate pencil and a damp rag. I was the only kid in ...

  • Just a bit much

    I hope you've heard of at least a couple of these things yourself. Otherwise, you probably won't believe me. I swear with all my heart and soul ...

  • Lunar lie

    There are explanations for this. A moon rock given to the Dutch National Museum turns out to be fake! Tests have shown it to be petrified wood! ...

  • A fish in the hand

    "I think I can," I said. "I think you can," said Other Half. "No doubt in my mind," said Number One Son. OK, so I'm going fishing. First time in ...

  • Turnaround

    The chickens are returning to the henhouse to roost. The cows are coming in from the pasture. The earthworms ... Naw, that doesn't fit. But the ...

  • And then she said ...

    This is not a sad column. But for those of you who were left wondering after my last column about my mother, I regret to say she passed on last ...