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.
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Peter Montreuil – How May I Help You?
Posted in life, Opinion with tags "Broomhilda", "Carmen's short broom", Annapolis Valley, B-58 Hustler, Barbra Streisand, Bob Segarini, Christmas, CoCo the Cat, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Gaylord the Buzzard, Julio Biafore, Peter Montreuil on April 9, 2020 by segariniPeter Ponders the Painted Lady
Posted in Opinion, Review with tags "A Girl In A Country Song", "Just A Boy", "Kaiju", "Late To The Party", "Love In My Heart", "Rhapsody In Blue", "Sloppy Bird Boogie" Samuel Pepys, "Take It In", "The Secret Garden", Academy Killer, Bob Segarini, Cameron Carpenter, Chris Birkett, Don't Believe a Word I Say, Dylan Hennessy, Dylan Weller, Eclectic Comfort, Eric Mercer, Hamilton, Harry Fox, Indie Week, Jaimie Vernon, Julio Biafore, Kim Kix, Lois Forbes, Maddie & Tae, Peter Montreuil, PowerSolo, Shari Tallon, Sly and the Family Stone, Social Strife, Stackhouse, Suzi Kory, The Corktown Pub, The Dead South, The Painted Lady, Tiz McNamara, Vincent Camilleri on August 23, 2018 by segariniIn last last week’s column, some of my language was a bit salty. However, if you are more offended by that than you are about the threats to our democracy, freedom and tolerance posed not only by neo Nazis and white supremacists, but by extremist ideologues (on both sides), well then maybe you’re part of the problem. As far as neo-nazis are concerned, I will not attempt to disguise my distaste, disdain and disgust for those thugs, those losers who apparently venerate “Hogan’s Heroes” as a World War II documentary.
So now let’s lighten up and talk about some music. I dedicate this week’s column to all the people who whine “There just isn’t any good music being made anymore!” There is, you just aren’t looking in the right places. (It’s actually all around you.)