JIMBO RED HAS THE ‘BIG ONE” IN PARIS 2001
The next memory from out time in Scotland, comes from a side-trip to Paris. It resulted in a life changing moment. If I remember correctly, it was Ange and Deysi that came up with the idea of visiting Paris. Of…
FLASHBACK! JAPAN 1983 – A TALE OF GLUTTONY
I must now take a break from my ramblings around Scotland and return to our earlier years in Japan. Deysi has reminded me of an insignificant event that has stuck in her mind. It will not be “cleared” until I…
SLOPPING THE HOGS AT THE P.I.G. DINNER LONDON 2002
This next story is once again, from our time in Scotland. It describes another incident, where I was completely innocent of wrong, but, as usual, received all of the blame for it. The occasion was the annual PIG (pipeline industry…
SHAKING IN MY BOOTS IN THE BUTT END OF THE WORLD
This next little series of stories takes us to the depths of Africa and into Nigeria. I think it must be understood that NO ONE, I ever met, volunteered or went willingly to this place. To say I was scared,…
JIMBORED DOES B&B ON SKYE IN SCOTLAND 2000
My next story, from our time in Scotland, was stirred up from the recesses, by recollections of our niece’s visit. As I have stated earlier, my niece Michy and her beau Jonny had come in search of their roots. It…
DUCK HUNTING IN LAS VEGAS WITH UNCLE J – 1996
This next story is not one that I am proud of, and in many ways was disturbing. However, not all of my experiences were about love and laughter. Sometimes I had real world, down to earth normal traumas to deal…
A LITTLE BEAVER, A VAGABOND, THE RACE AND WHITEWATER – ALBERTA 1994
In one of the earlier articles, about our time in Calgary, I briefly described a different type of business venture, that I became involved in. We set up a company that designed, manufactured and marketed an inflatable, personal watercraft. The…
RUMPAPUMPUM, ME AND MY DRUM OR THE LITTLE DRUMMER BOY 1965
Again, I break from my chronological memories, to return to my childhood, and bring you a haunting memory of my musical career. It was short, but my fame was meteoric. It all came to pass, due to underlying, self imposed,…
ALMOST KILLED BY A DROP OF WATER – BANGKOK 1995
Shortly after arriving back in Canada, and settling into a home, I once again, found my butt in a foreign country. One of my first jobs, as a contractor for all things foreign, in the Engineering, Procurement and Construction business,…
HOW TO CATCH, CLEAN AND COOK A WILD SNIPE 1964
Once again my mind wanders back to a time in my youth and a memory of my Dad. I was now in my mid teens, into everything, doing everything, and for sure fancied myself, the real deal. One of my…
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