Prince Albert Tales
The temperature has been steadily dropping. Low moans sound throughout the building. Mannequins dressed in the attire of long past days stare through the dark at the artifacts that surround them. Footsteps sound at the top of the stairs, footsteps where no living human soul abides. Doors slam shut on their own. Howls of anguish rise upward through the central tower to the rooms above.
“But officer, I thought this was a 50 km/h zone.” It was a feeble excuse from an English teacher, when all the signs read 40 km/h. The officer smiled politely as he handed me my ticket. I headed home realizing I was a good deal lighter in the wallet, but accepting of the fact that we need our police to enforce laws so that we all have the assurance that our police are there for us, even when we may hope they might be busy elsewhere.
In preparation for this column, I sat down with Bob Tichkowsky, coach at the ‘Tommy Settee Boxing Club.’ It is not the purpose of my writing to be a ‘marketer’ for any particular business venture; however, I found my discussion with Bob to be uplifting as he pointed out why he gives his evenings to coach fledgling pugilists. “I love the sport of boxing, and I really enjoy seeing what it does for kids,” Bob says.