Things at Chez Montreuil are coming together nicely, so this week, I am going back to revisit some of the stranger events of my track career. As I was thinking through my memories, these three came front and centre. so here they are.
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Peter the Nimble
Posted in life, Opinion, Review with tags "The Oricolle", Bob Segarini, Chez Montreuil, Doctor Delano Meriwether, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Franklin Street, Henry Holloway, Main Street, Midland, ODCVI, Orillia, Orillia Track Club, Peter Montreuil, St Paul's, Zellers on June 4, 2020 by segariniBatter! Batter! Batter!
Posted in life, Opinion, Review with tags "Mister Misty", "The Last Post Fund", Beetle Bailey, Bennett, Bo Belinsky, Branch 34, Burton, Dad, Dairy Queen, Dodgers, Don Drysdale, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Ed Linn, Franklin Street, Franz Kafka, Giants, John frame and Co, Mark Twain, Matilda, Maury Wills, McKinnell Square, Mressrs Givens, Orillia, Peter Montreuil, Phillies, Pirates, Robert Segarini, Royal Canadan Legion, Russell, Sandy Koufax, Sargeant, the Amphitheatre, This Time Next Year, Tigers, Udell, Waggs Laundry, Weigh The Anchor, West Ward, Willy Mays, Ypres on March 5, 2020 by segarini
Editor’s Note – (I give up.
Been trying to add pictures and media all day to no avail We will have to be satisfied with Peter’s words and story. My apologies).
In a recent column, I mentioned that I could not play minor hockey because I didn’t want to burden my parents with needing to keep buying me new equipment as I grew into the incredibly studly man whom I eventually became a). I accepted that as the price of being in a large family. Let me reiterate that growing up, I got everything that I needed and a lot of what I wanted. Anyway, back to sports. There was an alternative available to me, however. I had a baseball glove and running shoes, I could enrol in the Legion Minor Baseball Program. They would even provide a uniform!
Two Wheeler Peter
Posted in Family, life, music, Opinion with tags ""Bully Proof Vest", "Heavy Metal Baby", "My Little Town", "Take It All In Stride", "The Narrows", 4th Orillia Cub Pack, Bob Segarini, Brandon Gregory, CCM, David H Church School, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Drop Top Alibi, Franklin Street, Functional Check Flight, Harris Boat Livery, James Street, Jeff McCann, Jimi Hendrix, Main Street, Mark Twain, Matilda, Mushy Callahan, Orillia, Peter Montreuil, Puff the Magic Dragon, Simon and Garfunkel, Simpson's Bicycle Shop on February 27, 2020 by segarini
Having progressed from crawling to walking to being regally conveyed in a carriage to riding a tricycle to running, I began to have to address new and more relevant ways of personal transportation as I grew older. I was able to occasionally borrow, however briefly, a bicycle from an understanding friend. Late in August one year, I was riding on the sidewalk in front of Robertson’s house, when I lost my balance and fell to my right. I threw my right arm out to “break” my fall.
Peter, The Stick, and a Can of Paint
Posted in life, Opinion with tags Bonanza, CFOR, Dan Blocker, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Forest Avenue, Franklin Street, Michelin Man, Peter Montreuil, Robert Segarini, Roland, Sherwood on January 23, 2020 by segarini
Many of my friends and classmates played organized hockey growing up. While I was happy for them, I somehow just knew that I wouldn’t be able to do so myself, as it would be unfair of me to expect Mum and Dad to buy me hockey equipment every couple of years as I grew. I accepted it as one of the “hazards” of being a member of a large family. Anyway, I got everything that I really needed at home, I was fed, sheltered, clothed, supported and most importantly, loved!
Peter Has Band Advice, Festival News, and a Remarkable Young Film-Maker
Posted in music, Opinion, Review with tags "Lyric Freedom Dubee", "Mariposa Folk Festival" Tudhope Memorial Park, "Roxodus", "Sunsets", "The Noolands", Aerosmith, Ava Young, Bermuda, Canada, Cherry Cola's Rock 'n Rolla Cabaret and Lounge, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Edenvale Airport, Etobicoke School of the Arts, Franklin Street, Hartley Pickens, Lois Forbes, Matt Groopie, Moose Beach, New York City, Nine to Five, Ontario, Orillia, Pat Blythe, Peter Montreuil, Robert Segarini, School of Visual Arts, See Rock Live Magazine, Shoulda Went Home, summer, The Hopping Hobbits, Toronto, You-tube on June 20, 2019 by segarini
Summer is finally here….almost. Summer in Canada means barbeques, backyards, balconies, beaches, bathing suits, baseball, beer and badminton. (Enough with the alliteration, already. Get on with it. Ed.)
Summer in Canada also means that the days are growing longer. Gone are the dreary months of only seeing that pale yellow orb in the sky on weekends and sick days. Life moves outdoors as much as possible as we frequent patios, campgrounds and parks, squeezing every possible second of fun that we can out of this fleeting season, for we know that the leaves that shade us in July will need to be raked up and disposed of properly in October. (Mother Nature always bats last.)
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 