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Giuseppe never again saw his parents, his four sisters, or Italy. He seemed at peace with that. The old country had represented nothing but poverty and hardship. Canada was the promised land where he and his brothers could work hard, earn a wage and build a better life.

© 1978 Paramount Pictures

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She was the kind of woman who went unnoticed. You could tell just by looking at her.

I was quivering with excitement as I plunked down my allowance money and bought a ticket into Jarry Park on Tuesday, August 21st, 1984.

Finally, I was about to see Chris Evert Lloyd in action.

After my first encounter with Chrissie, my new obsession really took hold: compiling video archives. I had vowed to meet her again, and somehow, accumulating footage of her and watching it ad nauseam helped nourish that goal, like a pro athlete visualizing victory.

C'est écrit...

There are moments in life that change you...

I woke up in a sweat on December 19th, 1983. No, I wasn’t worried about last- minute Christmas shopping. No, I wasn’t in a panic over the math exam I had to write that morning. Math was easy.

It's only words.  And words are all I have.

On a Tuesday afternoon in January 1987, I walked into a school auditorium and stuck my finger in a proverbial light socket.

PUBLISHED in  THE GLOBE AND MAIL

MOMENTS

The odds in life of running into your favourite singer on the street are not that good.

First day of school. Jocks, nerds, tough guys – all these concepts were totally foreign to me, yet so readily familiar, it was like I had known them my whole life.

La tempête continuait. L’autobus avançait de peine et de misère, balayé dans la poudre blanche comme un dessin qu’on efface d’un Etch-a-sketch.

J’avais à peine 3 ans et demi quand Maman m’a appris comment lire l’heure. C’est sans doute mon souvenir qui remonte le plus loin.

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Could the Expos’ Cinderella story repeat itself, with a happier ending? Well, we wanted to be there for the beginning, so we headed to Florida for our family spring break in 1982.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath just as the dark stage lit up to the opening notes of “Xanadu”. When I opened my eyes, she was there. Luminous.

PUBLISHED in  PANORAM ITALIA