One of Those Rare Times

By Jim Hagarty

There are moments in life when you see the totally unexpected. Things you haven’t seen before. Mountain goats jumping from rock to rock on a steep hill in Ireland as though they were cats. A falcon in a tree along a lonely road near Sudbury. A bobcat streaking across the road ahead of you in the Rockies of Alberta. And the other day, as I drove along the main street of my town, I saw a very unusual car in my rear-view mirror. It pulled into another lane and as it went by me, I saw that it was a Maserati. Probably worth as much as my house. Wow!

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 65-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.

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