Peter Montreuil – How May I Help You?

This week’s column is going to be dedicated to some unsung heroes, i.e., people who deal with the public. I will be mentioning some of my “interactions” with clients and co workers and while the technical minutiae may differ from your experiences, I am sure that you will see the common thread. In any case, whether you are a cashier or front desk worker or grocery clerk, you are doing a great job during these frightening times and you have earned my admiration and respect. Actually, you’ve always had my respect, but shamefully  I have been remiss in showing it. Until now, that is, as it took your steadfast behaviour in this grave situation to make me express it. Let us apply a very broad brush definition to “unit”. I am speaking in terms of a store or work section or restaurant.

Pat Blythe – Thoughts, James Blonde, Sam Taylor, Nefe & A Choir

It’s a rainy Sunday and I’m supposed be working on piled up paperwork but another attack in England, this time on THE London Bridge has once again diverted my attention. The third one in as many months, I’m wondering exactly what these daft, obtuse thugs (I won’t give them the benefit of calling them terrorists) think they’re accomplishing?

Pat Blythe: Women of Rock – Part 1

The impetus, for what has now become a series, was my discovery of an old vinyl record by Maggie Bell. I came across it going through one of my many purge cycles. Suicide Sal, released in 1975, was my introduction to the blues….I just didn’t know it then. I wasn’t in the habit of labeling types of music in my younger years, I just knew what I liked. Greg Simpson, who happened to be managing the now defunct Records on Wheels in London, Ontario, recommended the album, thinking I might like it. I loved it and still do. Thank you Greg!