Moving house is one thing. Moving e-house is proving to be quite another. I will be honest, and contrary to Firm policy, I have never had a personal email address, that is, until now. My whole life and existence, from Netflix to finance to any number of used and unused apps, websites and mailing lists…

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Rule #5 of the Rules of the Cog (https://www.velominati.com/) is quite simple – Harden the Fuck Up. But what is not written is Rule #5a – Listen to you Wife. I went out for a ride today. Nothing new about that. I wanted to go for a good long ride from our home in Marseille…

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      The Girl – Half Ironman, Musselman, NY – 2025 When the Boy and the Girl were kids on their bikes, and if you gave them a full acre of asphalt, they would have still found a way to smash into each other. Cue the crying and screaming and scraped knees and that…

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Janny and I love the water. We love being in it, on it and overlooking it. It is calm and peace and at the same time, an overload of all your senses. You see it of course, but you also hear it, smell it, touch it and yes, taste it, whether it be the fresh…

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I  have been battling an ongoing detached retina problem in my left eye since the beginning of March. I have found the past five months though far more difficult than the five months following a little bit of open-heart surgery that I had pre-Covid in November 2019. Like so many things, we take health related…

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The Boy has been WFW – Working from Whistler since October 2020. At that time, he loaded up his new car with his office gear and sports gear and convinced his sister to ride shotgun with him across the country. Not sure he is really ever going to come “Back East” other than for a…

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After reading the post on the chatroom of the Gentlemen of La Pomme, I did not sleep. How would I get there, what would the weather be, could I do it, and of course, what would I wear? This was a few weeks ago when Patrick, one of the Gentlemen posted that he would be…

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The colour theme chosen by my mother (it was certainly not me choosing) for my Bar Mitzvah in 1976 was orange. That was probably no surprise considering it was the mid 70s and at the time my hair would have  matched well with the colour theme. It accented the rust coloured three piece suit that…

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The road less travelled is by its nature longer, harder and generally tougher. It may be more dangerous too. Sometimes it is barely a path at all. But, often (not always, but often) it is much more rewarding when you finally get to the destination.  

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