WRIGHTS LANE

T he Beatles (remember them?) once sang:  "I don't care too much for money, money can't buy me love." It was just around...

In the above spectacular photo, fishermen just south of Southampton formed an almost perfectly-spaced line just off the east bank of the ...

School in Dresden attended by my parents and their son, demolished  in 1960s.   I have been involved in research recently that has imp...

I have fun following the curmudgeonly astronomer Jonathan Cainer.  There are times when he makes absolutely no sense at all and there are o...

  A fter writing yesterday's post about the depressing four consecutive  Sun piecing through clouds and branches of towering...

I f there is anything that I hate more than a dreary, wet and windy day in October, it is four consecutive dreary, wet and windy days in Oct...

I have talked and written frequently on the subject of death.  It is an area in which I have had more experience than I would have liked bu...

Home of my birth on Sydenham Street in Dresden.  A water  colour  painting  of how I remember it, circa 1945.  Note: original  front doo...

I was doing some work on a special project recently and was reminded of an era in Canadian history that is all but gone and forgotten. Th...

I cannot believe that feminism continues to be a contentious issue a dozen years into the 21st century. With all the talk of a “war on wo...

I have the distinct honor and pleasure of being asked to conduct a Memorial Service in Chatham on Saturday, Sept. 22, for the late Dorothy ...

This is a story you won't read in your daily newspaper or see on television.  It deserves wider coverage.  The Canadian public needs to...

E ver since I passed myself off as a newspaper ad salesman in 1975 in order to attend a motivational seminar conducted by Zig Ziglar, I have...

  Peter Petrik lives just a few blocks from us on Grey Street South in Southampton.  In the summer months he is a regular on downtow...

`````````````````````````````````````````````````````` I t's Labor Day Weekend. The last long weekend of Summer.  Let's not make i...

G eorge Mogridge  (1787 – 1854) was a prolific 19th century writer, poet and author of children's books and religious  tracts .  I have ...

"Yes, I cry and feel an intense loneliness that is beyond comprehension.  I can be surrounded by people, even laughing, yet feel like m...

I derive great comfort from my collection of old books, the majority being handed down to me by late family members, primarily my parents a...

I t is so very important that we all try very hard not to dwell in the past.  It gets us absolutely nowhere.  It is a different story, of co...

R osanne has always surprised and amazed me with off-the-wall things that she says.  Regular readers of Wrights Lane well remember numerous ...

A boy, hospital waiting room and a coffee I was sitting in the ambulatory care department of the Owen Sound Hospital along with at least 3...

I am amused by door-to-door sales people.  Sometimes I ignore them.  Sometimes I tolerate them.  Sometimes I have fun with them.  It all de...