pferguson | April 8, 2020
But One of Me… John Prine was unique… It was shortly before 3:00 AM when I checked the news. Rosemary and I both know that this is something I shouldn’t do. The light shuts off before 4:30 AM but often returns to light up this corner. It’s 5:30 in the morning…it’s time to rise…words have […]
pferguson | January 10, 2020
Farewell to the King In September 2016 a friend I had not seen since 1979 or so re-appeared. Peter managed to track me down (after all these years) through the Pipes of War website. Back in the day -…1978 – 1979…the days of youthful university Peter and I spent considerable time listening to and analyzing […]
pferguson | August 2, 2018
A Little Bit of Change It’s not every day that one receives a King George VI Canadian nickel in pocket change, but there it was. Perhaps not unusual, and some would allow it to slip by towards the next cup of coffee, the next biscuit, the next something. But there it sat, with me, so […]
pferguson | September 25, 2014
Dinna Forget Today I have been thinking about one line that a fiancé wrote about her departed best friend. Appearing on the wall at the visitor’s centre at Tyne Cot Cemetery and Memorial, Belgium, the words remind us of a departed soul and the ones left behind to remember. And then I turn towards a […]
