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Harold N. Walters
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All articles of Harold N. Walters
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My Imperfect Slant
“It’s necessary that I be cuffed,” I said to Dearest Duck immediately after I entered the house. -
Drove Batty
Something unsavory sneaked into the bunk between me and Dearest Duck one recent moonlit night. Okay, it wasn’t a moonlit night; they’ve been ... -
Pea-ed off
Sometimes the muse comes to supper and sows the seeds of an idea in an ol’ scribbler’s noggin.Sometimes inspiration is dished up on a plate ... -
My Imperfect Slant
In the last six months or so, Random Island has been highlighted in The News a couple of times. The Island was monster-mashed by hurricane ... -
My Imperfect Slant
Tempus fugits and things change. I wanted to say something profound about time passing and things changing but failed to exhume anything from ... -
My Imperfect Slant
“Tell them what you did last year,” dared Dearest Duck, a twinkle in her eye. “Go on, Harry, my pyrotechnic pet, tell them.” Alright, I will. ... -
My Imperfect Slant
Lately I’ve been thinking about Mr. Strauss. Not Austrian composer Yoh-hahn Strauss, Waltz King of Vienna, famous for danceable ditties such ... -
My Imperfect Slant
It’s been nearly a month since Hurricane Igor did the Monster Mash on the Land of Dan. Before Igor stormed into the province the name conjured ... -
Boat Drinks
My Imperfect Slant - Hands up, those of you familiar with Jimmy Buffett's song "Boat Drinks"? In said song Jimmy declares that the boys in the ... -
Rooms with a view
My Imperfect Slant - I have finally visited The Rooms, that mountainous stack of kiddy-coloured building blocks erected on the site of what was ... -
Weather...or Not
My Imperfect Slant - Once upon a time my brother lived in sunny San Diego. His only complaint, other than the prevalence of handguns, was about ... -
At your own risk
My Imperfect Slant - Do not read this book The Various Flavours Of Coffee. If you ignore my advice, read at your own risk. The results could be ... -
Paean for Posies
My Imperfect Slant - It is time to sing praises for the fruitful dandelion, a prolific plant that has gone forth and multiplied. Originally this ... -
Meat, Potatoes and Emmets' Eggs
My Imperfect Slant - This is my first venture into the exotic kitchens of what the French call haute cuisine but it isn't the first time I've ... -
My Imperfect Slant
While Dearest Duck and I were driving home from visiting ailing kin in a different bay, I noticed a highway sign urging travelers to visit ... -
Tomorrow will be Chews-day
My Imperfect Slant - Raise a hand if you can navigate Google Earth to Singapore. Raise your other hands if you can repeat polyethylene-polyvinyl ... -
BLT or not BLT?
My Imperfect Slant - Remember Hamlet's words to Ophelia on the occasion of her getting on his nerves? "Fie," he said. "Hie thee to a nunnery," or ... -
Best before
My Imperfect Slant - Last week Dearest Duck disturbed my herbal tea induced nap and sent me on an errand to the shop. "I need some creamer for ... -
My Imperfect Slant
Look out your window. It's February, "The awfullest month," said Winnie the Pooh. "It's the month that stupefies superlatives; it's the month ... -
My Imperfect Slant
Lately, I've been thinking about crustaceans, bottom feeders. I've been cogitating on crabs, cousins of the woodlouse. My renewed interest in ... -
Book ReMarks
I've spent the last week and a half reading Stephen King's latest heavyweight novel and I'm a stronger man for it. Under the Dome weighs in at ... -
Sort of a scoff
Listen to the opening line of Leonard Cohen's famous song "Famous Blue Raincoat": "It's four in the morning, the end of December...." How about ... -
Old beginnings
My Imperfect Slant - By this time I reckon the last scraps of turkey have been gobbled, the last bowl of soup has been supped and most of your ... -
All I want for Christmas #3
"What do you want for Christmas?" In a previous life, in a different bay, answering that annual question was easy. Young Harry, a callow ... -
My Imperfect Slant
There's a Lysol television advertisement I'm sure many of you have seen. In it children are colouring, if memory serves me well. A curly haired ... -
My Imperfect Slant
Little Miss Muffet She sat on a tuffet Eating of cruds and whey. There came a great spider Who sat down beside her And frightened Miss Muffet ... -
This is the way we wash our hands
My Imperfect Slant - I still can't accept the absurdity of sneezing into your elbow as an acceptable method of suppressing bugs and viruses. ... -
The hole truth and nothing but
My Imperfect Slant - "Nine of every ten persons say they love chocolate. The tenth lies." I didn't say that. A famous French gastronome, Jean ... -
Victoria's Secret
My Imperfect Slant - Recently I've been having haunting - dare I say impure? - thoughts of royalty, and Bob Dylan, and Victoria's Secret, and ... -
Bridging the gut
My Imperfect Slant - Harry, my architecturally inept love, said Dearest Duck. Why are you scribbling about a bridge again? This is no London ...




