Hi Les:

Thanks for the latest posting on the blog. I spent many a Friday/Saturday night on the Shangrila on the Chateauguay River. I was never on that side of the Island as at that time we were trespassers and that would have been much too bold. What a great view!

I am always grateful to see that someone follows my instructions (take that camera with you!).

Rick

Ile Saint Bernard

Do you remember the cement bridge down past Saint Francis and Salaberry?
Yes - you know, down past the black rail bridge.

Anyone who lived in the Heights knew all about the cement bridge, because it led to Ile Saint Bernard, owned by the Grey Nuns - and on to Lery and Beauharnois.

The island sits right at the opening of the mouth of the Chateauguay River and Lake Saint Louis.

One night 36 years ago, in the summer evening heat, as the sun was setting into it's cosy red glow, I was on my way back from having visited a girlfriend -who had to be in by 9:00 O'clock ... on a Friday night no less.

I met up with Ron and Robert Butt, who just happened to have a jug of their father's homemade wine. If I am not mistaken, Peter Boshart was with them and there was someone else there too. God she was beautiful in the glow of the setting sun.

They persuaded me to join them to sneak onto the "private island", leading me on a trek half way across the cement bridge to where one of it's supports went down to a long field. From there through the bush, we made our way to what I can only describe as "Shangri-la on the Chateauguay River".

It was there, that evening, I kissed a beautiful girl - and she kissed me back! ... even though I was going out with someone else. The twilight, the smell of her hair, and her embrace- in just a moment - that was all. But that was all that was ever needed - the moment-and the feel of her arms around me. I learned more from that than a 17-18 year old male could hope for; the innocence of a hug and one kiss. I have never again been unfaithful to anyone. But that was an evening to remember..a cherished secret moment I have never forgotten. (She probably has.)

Today, after so many years, I made my way back to that spot. The Grey Nuns have made their private Island public now and here you see the views from it.

Jane (my wife -on the left) and I bumped into my old friend Robin Moody there today. Following Richard Rankin's orders, I bring my camera with me just about everywhere- so we had our picture taken with Robin.

Meanwhile I will include pictures I took from the tip of the Island looking over at Montreal past Kahnawake. Did you know such a view existed -yes that is the Oratory on mount Royal -not bad for a 12X zoom.


( The girl who kissed me? ...Some secrets are best kept that way.)

An Excerpt from an e-mail

(From Sharon)
When I think of Barry (Jones) my most fondest memories go back to grade 6 in Mr. Kieper's class. For some reason that year continues to stick in my mind. The trips with Mr. Campbell (rubber neck) if I recall correctly, to Quebec City and to Ottawa. Such fond memories. For some reason I do not recall ever bumping into Barry in high school.

When I think of you I will never forget that summer in Salisbury (Beach), Mass. I can remember when we first arrived there was no one in that huge campground and my parents were looking around for another.

They decided not to move and my Dad left us there for the month of July.

I woke up one morning and who is camping behind us - but your family.
I couldn't believe my eyes.

The campground was full by now and loaded with teenagers just like us.

The days were filled with fun at the beach. Do you remember body surfing, we spent the whole afternoon just doing that. What fun. There there was the "wall" at night where we all had a fire on the other beach.

Of course there was the walks down the beach to the amusement park (Ocean Park) that we could see from the campground. I will never forget the fun we all had. I kept in touch with the girl you had a crush on for awhile, you know those summer friendships.

It's funny how I still remember her name Cheryl. I also remember Jack. I guess that was our summer for 'beach crushes'. Jack kept in touch with me for a long time. Years later, i.e. 18 or 19 years or so, we met up for a drink one summer when my family was back visiting Salisbury. Of course nothing was the same. That is what is so nice about memories. Each memory, like special individual snap shots are what we all hold dear -despite the realities of passing time.

Of course like you I remember our chats in MSD class after the summer, helping each other out with our respective called love lives. It was so nice to have someone like you to talk to. I didn't have a brother old enough.

I am so happy that we have reunited again after all these years. Nice to be in touch for shall I say our "golden" years. Greg and I have been trying to keep in touch with Barry and Joanne and I imagine we we'll get together this winter quite possibly since our respective daughters -it turns out- play hockey and are the same age (down here in the Toronto region).

Anyways on that note I'll close off. This nice warm (nearly) Fall day kind of made me melancholy and when I read your writings I just had to e-mail. Take care and tell Jane I hope the new school year transition has gone smoothly.

Sharon

(Sharon - send me a picture of yourself from that nice new (LUMIX) camera so I can post it here. How is it that you look even better as you age?)

The Blog Goes On...

Here from this morning's breakfast are our two friends Lynda Porter and Ron Enros.

Both of them will be forwarding me individual short biographies so I can put into focus who they are now. But until I receive those pieces, I will describe my perception of them. Hopefully I'll get it right for the most part.

( I am a financial/investment adviser and recently I was prompted by one of my clients to get in touch with Lynda.)


(I am a financial/investment adviser and recently I was prompted by one of my clients to get in touch with Lynda.)


LYNDA PORTER

My client said, " She makes all this money on the market and then goes traveling to Africa and Europe."

That certainly got my attention.

Lynda patiently put up with my questioning.

My client was partially right. Lynda also does publications and translating for corporations and in Tax season has a Tax preparation business.

Further, she also brightens lives of seniors in their residences, allowing them to travel or escape vicariously, as she conducts photo presentations of the world destinations she has visited (eg. South Africa) sharing her travel experience with story and visual.

From what I can tell, Lynda appears single -and thoroughly enjoys travel, photography and her life.

Before breakfast, as I sat on the inner terrace of "Orange", a restaurant on Decarie Street in NDG. I happened to catch sight of a fit figure - bicycling in approach, long thick curls floating on the sunlit morning breeze - with a smile and a wave.

I thought, "Wow! Now that young lady has the look of independence." I put on my glasses to get a better look and sure enough, it was Lynda.

She is as friendly now and of light good spirit, as I had known back in high school.

As we chatted over coffee waiting for Ron, I couldn't help wishing I had taken more time back in High School to get to know her better. She is clearly capable, intelligent and looks really good.


RON ENROS

Unlike Lynda, I have bumped into Ron Enros and his wife (MJ) at least 15 or 20 times in the past 35 years. It is my understanding that like myself, he did a bout of corporate existence in the USA as an executive, for a time.

Later he chose the road of independence - owning a store in Westmount on Sherbrooke Street, of collectible unique garments of past years, which movie productions would use in period pieces.

(If I am not mistaken, my wife (Jane) had the opportunity to wear some of these garments (circa 1920), as an "extra" in a movie some years ago -spending her day with Robert DeNiro and James Woods . (Once Upon A Time In America) Unfortunately her segment of the movie ended up on the cutting room floor.)

Nowadays, Ron and his wife have a fairly successful business - selling unique items, collectibles and Antiques on E-Bay.

Having breakfast and catching up with Lynda and Ron on such a beautiful Friday was quite pleasant ... "Oh yes! - Thanks for the stock tips Lynda...I'll put them to good use for myself and my clients. Perhaps I'll catch up with you ... who knows - in China next year?"

(PS Why does Ron remind me of the child actor Moochie from all the Disney movies ... "Mr.Stubbs Mr. Stubbs" he cried, "Don't die!")
L

Ch... Ch...Changes -

Turn and face the strange...
ch..ch..changes...

The school we knew once as Chateaugauay High which morphed into H.S.Billings, is adding on another block!

When you all came out to the high school in May you would have seen on your tour that the hallway down past the caf led to where we used to go for shop, auto mechanics, electrical shop and woodworking ..had changed, or grown. The growth was called NOVA Career Education Centre which focuses on even more shop like development but with design and auto-cad and Display techniques along with Welding Tech and Hair dressing and many other 'job getters'.

These types of things are selling! - That is to say, kids after going through the Nova Centre, end up getting jobs at fairly decent starting salaries. So, the high school is focussing on getting kids jobs and not simply preparing for Cegep and University.

What you see below, is the current "add-on" that has been in the process of construction since after the reunion. "Super NOVA" centre (my name for it). They are expanding where the money is - getting kids jobs!

Now all they need, (also what we needed 'back in the day') is to add some classes on "Entrepreneurialism" and independence - how to run your own business, how to make money, and make it work for you, rather than the other way round,- and of course, instead of how to get a job, - how to 'own a piece of the market' and employ people while maintaining independence, wealth and lifestyle! (Only in Private School you say?)

Wouldn't it be nice to learn how to have investment pay your bills with 'passive' income so you can be free to choose what you love to do and then do it?

Please do not confuse this "independence" with 'retirement'.

What am talking about is the freedom wealthy kids have from birth onward. ..'not having to work to live, but rather having the ability to simply choose what you love to do (creatively) and do it, whether paid or not, - since their passive income from 'wealth' or rather 'investment blocks', pay the bills instead of employment "earned income'. Now there would be an education. Learning how to be "employed" almost seems akin to 'nuveau slavery'.

Am I complaining? No. I just think a new curriculum with the focus on entrpreneurialism and independence should also be focussed upon.

I should tell the legend of Norman Perry - who was one of our class mates up until grade 6/7.

Moment in The Light

And so the Spring of May has melded with the wet summer and blended in to the grey of Autumn.
Soon the leaves will turn and another cycle will be at end.

Life and it's cycles, whirling circles around the dial.

A new wrinkle here, a little less hair
perhaps a notch or two extra on the belt.

News of friends passing in the night.




What do we do?

Reach out!
Grasp on to your hopes.
Cash your dreams.
Make them true.
Moment by moment,
Be sure in your spirit with those you love.
Remember those who are worthy of your friendship.
Treat your children as your first friend-
For as sure as night turns to day,
the summer comes once again
and you shall smile
all the while
even as we cry,
for we know - we know-
within us each
is the light.
Shine on!

LM Sept.11.2007 9:40
On the spot writing.

Life Lesson in Reunion

If there is one lesson I have learned from the Reunion experience, it is this – ‘time’ is a subjective illusion.

There is only continuum from start to finish - and so, I think my real job now is to consciously-
if not forcibly, -slow down and savour each moment.

This cannot be done with an excessive daily ‘to-do’ list.
The more I have crammed into one day, the faster paced my perception of time.

Life seems to be set up with hints along the way, -of the "finite nature" of existence.

We each seem to have an invisible clock, each with longer or shorter times.

When our time is up, argument and regret are useless- so too is money.

All that can help is a positive attitude and a previous consistent defensive investment in health by maintaining a regimen of balance and exercise and pre-emptive medical tests. And a collection of fulfilling life moments.

I have tended to take life for granted, what with nine to five grind along with other ‘worn in’ habits and rituals that clothe my existence.

I think the Reunion has caused me to conclude, that my goal from now on, is to 'consciously' consume "My TIME’,- moment by moment while getting rid of people who waste that time - along with things that cause me to 'rush'

I figure that if I can do this, – whether it be by slowing the pace of driving, eating,‘to-do’s, and increasing time spent with those I love, I should be o.k. (Quality versus Quantity.)

Don’t get me wrong, I love my life and what I do daily, but that part does have it’s predictability- like a pair of perfectly 'worn in' jeans or sandals.

I just think it is good to step outside of that reality- occasionally- and grab hold of an experience that gives just a little more (extra-ordinary) meaning to existence.

We all did that at the Reunion.

You are to be congratulated for stepping out and taking part.

I am pleased

to put my old jeans

back on now

and tuck my life in ‘just so’ …

but I do

need some new

sandals

though.

I love you all.

Les

New Focus

I found that the three day extravaganza of our Reunion passed too quickly.

I did not connect with as many people as I would otherwise like to have. Of course I was zipping here and there in the background trying to make the things move as seamlessly as possible.

Recently, I have been reached by those who have heard about it, but were simply not able to be there. So, I have decided firstly to leave this blog in place as a 'mirage-montage' as my old Dawson professor, David Gray, used to say.

It will stand as a process 'in place' so you can (at any time) review the year that led up to the reunion and the pictures from the reunion itself.

Keep in mind, one can go to Facebook to Sue Davis's site and see an even more complete photo collection composed of the reunion and also individuals who did not make it there -such as Sonja and others.

Secondly, you will notice the new focus of this blog on the banner above.

I shall highlight bio's of those who wish to let the rest of us know what their (your) life is composed of now-a-days.

For example, I would post your photograph and you could describe your life a little in the past few years or since high-school -if you are so inclined.

I would love to have a picture of Barbara Haig, - up in Prince Rupert and see the fishing boat and know more about the Queen Charlottes.

Another Possibility:
This could be like a slow moving, ever accumulating 'REALITY SCRAPBOOK and REAL- REUNION-ON-LINE.

It will not be as fast paced as Facebook. This is intentional, since ( I am told) many people do not actually wish to have all the interaction that is offered there. (To each his own.) But some are ready for a slower, more controlled one way communication where they can perhaps, tell their story, with a degree of anonymity, to at least let others have exposure to the wisdom gained by their experience. I guess it could be compared to late night radio?

You can tell me about the effect of 'growing up' compared to what you remember of yourself back in 'the day'.

You might tell me about the effect of having had children or not having had children.

You may tell me about how retirement is for you.

You can tell me about your aches and pains, divorce, re-marriage, death of parents, friends, brother, sister or spouse.

You might wish to tell me how you kicked smoking or any other dependency.

Perhaps you have recently 'come-out' and are damned proud and want to tell all who knew you prior to metamorphosis. Fine -let us know.

Depending upon what kind of impact it has (shock value), I may or may not publish it here in the blog.

I reserve the right to vet it, edit some words or phrasing to make it move more, but I will not change the essence.

You can write about your fight with weight gain or loss, children and the hard or good times.

You might have even lived alone for many years and you might want to tell us of the process of adapting to the pure silence and absorbing world of solitude.

You may have had a brush with cancer or violent spouse and want to write us.

In short, you may wish to pass on your wisdom to allow others to consider action and perhaps benefit. Then again you may not - you have a choice.

These 'REAL' stories would have a benefit for others who are not yet where you are, but will or could well eventually be.

You may want to have me change your name and simply publish your story. I will do this, if and only if -you reveal who you are to me with your e-mail address. I will not publish a bio that is apparent fiction.

I want to know about all your good stories and successes too!
Newly married? New Grand children? New Children? New car? Goal achieved at work or in your business? Tips you wish to pass on to us that will help us succeed? Raw Survival?

Note: You may want me to take something out later that YOU wrote. Fine. No problem. I will take it out.

Let me know what you think. Send me an e-mail.

I also would love to read about your reaction to having come back to town for the Reunion '72. Was it good for you? What had the most profound effect on you? Was Chateauguay a big/small shock?

That's it for now.
L

I Am Back!

What was a nice break from writing for a while!

From the May Reunion through until this morning, I have been catching up with my business, Zen/Yoga/Swimming practice and summer!

For most of the past year, I have been busy trying to lure as many of you to the Reunion as I could. I hope those who did attend, had as good a time as I.

Well, it seems we succeeded for the most part. Between Richard Rankin, John Saunders, Linda Young Chapleau, Colleen Hillock and myself, we had been aiming for about 80 people to show up, figuring the worst case scenario would be 22 people. But you all blew us away! 182 people attended.

What kills me, is that on the Friday night (arrival night) I had thought that by 11:30 PM I finally managed to get all the musicians - Mark Stafford, Roddy McManus, Jimmy Williams along with friends Barry Jones, Jack Kennedy and many others out of the hospitality suite so I could go home, sleep and get up again next morning at 6:00AM to prepare for the Kick-Off in the Moshure Auditorium for 10:00AM.

I forgot ... I gave Richard a pass key... Oh well... so the Party continued 'till 5:00a.m. -so what! Am I pissed that I missed it? No! (There was to be another -to sun-up the next day as well! So what if I was sleeping at the time!)

On the way home to Chateauguay from Dorval Hilton at around 12:15 am (Fri/Sat), I stopped by the Alibi Pub to see who might be partying there. Outside the establishment, in the cool of the evening (spooky) as well as inside, were faces I had not seen in 35 years or longer.

I also saw people who, clearly had come out of the Chateauguay 'wood-work', with no intention of paying the $100 bucks, but partying anyway with all the attendees from out of town. Imagine! about 75% of the attendees were from outside of Quebec.

Next morning I got up on stage and began my chat with the audience. Thank God for Jacquie Ross's son! He had the stage lights up and going, along with the sound and a mic for me. The kid is going places. I'm glad he had a chance to meet John Saunders and others.

Christine McCallum was kind enough to sneak back stage and give me something I thought I would never see -let alone be caught dead in, again - the old school sweater!

I may bring up some stories about that evening later on this-or next week - about who's looking good besides...do I name names?



Since then I have been to Cape Cod -body surfing and lazing on the beach, BBQs at Bob Houston's here in Chateauguay, in Toronto with Barry Jones, his family and dog named Edward, also in Toronto visiting Sharon (Storer) Shearer and her husband Greg at a back yard Pool party. That was great, as it included a Jam- session (with Tom Lauder).

As you saw in the previous entry, I have been out biking with Rick as well. I understand that there was a gathering at Graham Worth and his wife Susan Davis' place out west of Toronto. It has been a busy summer. I have been doing some business in Toronto and will be back there soon - but more on personal basis to visit friends near Whitby.

Below we see Bob Houston and his daughter Kimberly's boyfriend. Above left- Barry Jones and his dog, Edward . Edward takes Barry for a walk every morning and evening.

For a great collection of reunion photos, I encourage you all to get on to Facebook and drop by Sue Davis' site. Just incredible!

I have been trying to get thevideos of songs by the band up on this site. It will be a while , but it will happen. Ricky Rice, Roddy McManus, David Glass, Mark Stafford, Dave Poirier, Rick McCallum, -even Hopeton D'Aguilar and Boyd Pellow were just fantatic! Hey- did you see Miss Reid dancing? Wow!