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By Gum, You Will Be Missed

Who?

His name was Duncan. If you have followed this blog for a while, you have heard his name before. He was married to my excellent euchre partner, Myrtle.

When I first met Duncan a number of years ago (while courting Mrs. J), his firm handshake and solid smile served to emphasize his “awfully pleased to meetcha”. Indeed, it’s hard not to feel welcome by such an honest greeting. In the dictionary under the word “genuine” there should be a picture of Duncan, who always had a nice word and a story ready for everyone that he met. Charming and kind, he would always set you at ease.

He was a perfect match for Myrtle. It certainly wasn’t because they were exactly alike – it was more because they complimented each other so perfectly. Where Myrtle was private and ignored the spotlight, Duncan was outgoing and outspoken. They were one of those couples who could say so much to each other without words – even though Grandpa always had plenty in his magazine to fire off into any conversation that required a salvo of his brand of awesome.

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It Takes a Village…

…to grow a moustache this big.

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Little J asks me about doing “the serious photo” in early October. That’s commitment!

All kidding aside, our humble team of 8 raised over $6K to support Movember Canada – a feat which could not have been achieved without your donations. I wish that I could write each and every one of you your own personalized “thank you” note, but I can’t. So I’d like to thank you here for all of your kindness in donating to what I believe is a worthy cause.

I’m hoping that next year we can raise even more!

Not-So-Secret Stache

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So, I am currently in the midst of Movember. It is a great cause and I encourage you to back me or my team! If not us – then back someone! Prostate cancer is definitely no joke.

Please check out my Mo Space page here and donate something, if you can! I am trying to keep it updated every few days and I am going for an epic stache!


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Lucky Me!

A few years ago I took over Toronto Thumbs from Shaun Hatton (also known as the god of hair). When it was handed to me, I sent out a request to a select few people within my social circles for help with managing content (aka: writing). The offers to help were few, but very much appreciated.
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Don’t Go Breaking My Chart

The Set Up

Sometimes, I think that our generation is the worst one; this is even in comparison with the spoiled kids that are running around today. I believe that our parents were the last generation (as a whole) that really worked hard. Don’t misunderstand me: there are folks from our crew that put in their time; but I think that a good number of us were spoiled by our own parents, resulting in a flippant attitude towards things like jobs and parenting.
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