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Al Batt: Marshal Wannabe at The Put It Back Store
A friend suggested we try paintball. I declined. Here’s why.
A friend suggested we try paintball. I declined. Here’s why.
I was playing the part of me.
He wouldn’t set his long underwear on fire to keep others warm. But he's a good guy.
My father was the last owner of every car titled in his name.
I’ll admit it, I’ve never milked almonds. I’ve never milked soybeans, rice, oats, hemp, flax, coconuts or cashews either. Apparently, milk comes from everything but ...
Sometimes I get so hungry I could almost eat my cooking.
The wind gained speed as it blew through the cracks of the old house.
I couldn’t find a short pier as someone had suggested I do.
January is the perfect time to get a good deal on a Christmas tree. January is when we realize Canada’s major exports are cold fronts.
I opened the door and a robed visitor accompanied by sitar music walked in out of the dimming twilight.
Tales from Exit 22, By Al Batt I don’t care if we have a white Christmas. There, I’ve said it. Such an utterance is nearly ...
What’s your favorite part of living where you do?
I put my car into reverse. That took me back. I thought about dog names. I’d been listening to an audiobook that mentioned a dog’s name. Bella ...
I woke up one morning. That was the good part. I woke up and realized I had too much junk, and I’m the only one who wants ...
Tales from Exit 22, By Al Batt This year it’s turkey, stuffing and masked potatoes. I remember another rough patch at Thanksgiving back when Grandma ...