After almost sixty-three years I still consider myself to be a Hamiltonian, having been born at Hamilton General, and living in Ancaster for the first eight years of my life. Go Tiger Cats!
My father was a Chartered Account, my mother a stay at home mom. In 1963, with my father taking a civil servant job with the federal government, we all packed up and moved to the west end of Ottawa.
Having attended Ancaster Memorial Public School for the first three years of my academic life, my education in Ottawa started at Graham Park Public School, graduating to Bayshore Public School for grade 7, Greenbank Middle School for grade 8, and Sir Robert Borden High School for grades 9-13. I’d consider myself an average student, more interested in sports than education, playing hockey for the Borden Blues for the 5 years I attended the school. My post secondary education was a two-year Radio and Television Arts Program at Algonquin College.
I have many fond memories of the years at Algonquin College, two highlights in particular. I was lucky enough to be the play-by-play voice for a remote broadcast we did from the Ottawa Civic Centre between a Canadian Bantam hockey team and a touring Russian Bantam team. I practiced the Russian names for weeks. Did pretty good, I thought. The second highlight was another remote from Landsdowne Park, this time a football game, the annual Panda game between Carlton and Ottawa universities. That was fun. I wish I had the tapes. Too bad.
After school it was the usual stuff – marriage, kids, mortgage, credit cards, working, building a career, moving from Ottawa to Etobicoke, to Mississauga, to Calgary, to Brampton, Orangeville, Seaforth, and finally settling in Niagara-on-the-Lake, where I’ve written a fantastic mystery/thriller called The Tequila Promise.
Buy it, it’ll only cost you $20. Drop me an email, tell me what you thought.