Just a Habit

By Jim Hagarty

A man acquires habits.
Some good, some by mistake.
Some habits simply go away.
Some are hard to break.

Some habits pose no threat
While others may be vile.
Some last only a month or so
And others stay a while.

The man with nasty habits
Vows to take control
But habits sometimes settle down
Within his very soul.

The best a habit man can do
With those that bring him grief
Is just relax and not attempt
To turn to a new leaf.

Deny a man a momentary
Pleasure may be fine.
But habits can be patient
And show back up in time.

Make peace with a bad habit
But battle it this way:
Develop better habits
To chase the bad away.

King of the Road

By Jim Hagarty

There are 40 houses on my block in my small city, bounded by Romeo Street on the west end and Burritt Street on the east.

When I moved here in 1986, I was number 40 on the list of homeowners on my street. Mr. Newbie. As fresh as they came. All 39 other homeowners had been in their houses before me, were here when I came. I couldn’t have looked any newer if I had just rolled off the assembly line in the maternity ward of the local hospital just up the street where, indeed, the world became a brighter place one snowy January day in 1951.

That was 30 years ago last month since the movers dumped all my stuff at my house while I was at work and now, through the twin miracles of Time and Life, I am number 6 on the list. Thirty-four of the 39 homeowners that used to be ahead of me have moved on, one way or the other, either to other towns, other homes or that glowing condo in the sky.

I am gunning for number 1 so I can legitimately be called King of Albert Street, although I suspect that’s what everyone calls me now anyway (because of my vast wealth – and the moat I dug around our castle.)

I see George down the street has his house up for sale. I will soon be Number 5.

Before I got here, I had moved 11 times in my life. When I first walked in the front door of the house I’ve called home for the past 30 years, I said to myself, “They can carry me out of here someday.” That prospect is looking more and more likely.

I like it here.

As King of Albert Street, I plan to rule as an benevolent monarch. My first move will be to knight my neighbour Jim across the street. He keeps me filled in daily on all latest neighbourhood news. The thing you have to do as a benign ruler is always keep your ear to the ground.

And be good to your subjects.

On the day of my coronation, there will be free cherry pie for everyone!

Flynn Lets Loose

By Jim Hagarty
Renowned Terrible Limericker

There was a young priest name of Flynn
Who held all his feelings within.
One day he confided
And broke down and cryded
To stop him I yelled, “It’s a sin!”

Cold Shoulder and Hot Tongue

By Jim Hagarty

The rage around our place these days is ice coffee. I am offended and refuse to participate in this hideous concoction. I want my coffee to burn my lips, my throat and my crotch when I spill it in the car. I am a pariah now at home. I have proposed ice soup. No takers. I have proposed microwaving our chocolate sundaes. More cold shoulders.

It’s getting hard for curmudgeons to get any respect these days.

I believe I will have a boiling cup of Pepsi and go to bed.

California Dreamin’

By Jim Hagarty

It is colder than a witch’s teakettle (unplugged) here in southern Ontario tonight. The southernmost tip of Ontario, Canada, is parallel with the upper border of California. So I am basically living in California. California even has its own Ontario. So what gives? I don’t see no Beach Boys and I don’t see no string bikinis. I do see my breath, however. Brrrr.

My Unlucky Streak

By Jim Hagarty

I’ve never found a four-leaf clover.
My daughter has found many.
She has lots of Irish luck.
Poor me, I don’t have any.

If daughter buys a ticket,
We know she’s going to win.
If I bought tickets, all but one,
I’m sure I’d lose again.

If we are at a function
And they draw for some prize,
My daughter is the winner.
The cheers drown out my sighs.

Some day I’ll find that clover
No matter what I do.
Even if the extra leaf
Comes attached with glue.

Cause I am sick of waiting
For my lucky streak to start.
If I never find my clover,
The pain will break my heart.

I Don’t Expect to Ever Pass Away

By Jim Hagarty

Society loves its euphemisms.

They are words that soften things up, I guess. Make life less real, less crude perhaps.

So we don’t have sex – we sleep together. We don’t become bankrupt, we go broke. He wasn’t drunk – he was tipsy. She isn’t rude, she’s plain-spoken. And he isn’t a jerk, of course, just “hard to get to know”, a “little different”, an “acquired taste” or if we are feeling bold that day, we might admit that he could use an “attitude adjustment.” But jerk? Never.

But we save our most delicate words when it comes to the subject of death. Maybe because we’re deathly afraid of death. I don’t know. But people rarely die nowadays. They pass away or pass on and it seems now we can’t even be bothered to add the “away” and the “on” but simply say that so and so has “passed.”

Comedian George Carlin used to have fun with this. He joked that when talking to someone who said he had “lost his father”, he would reply (which I am sure he only did in his mind), “Oh, I’m sure he’ll turn up again.”

When I was in the newspaper business, I kept my eyes peeled (is that a euphemism?) for words meant to substitute for the real words. It became a kind of a thing with me. Therefore, in all the obituaries I ever wrote, not one person ever passed away. I’m afraid to say they all died. And whenever I found weasel words in press releases I would change them to the real thing. In my last few years on a paper, I rewrote many press releases that repeatedly referred to “the McGuinty government”, the premier of our province of Ontario at the time being Dalton McGuinty. As there was no such thing in the entire universe as a “McGuinty government”, I refused to use that term and instead, replaced it with the “Ontario government” of which there is one. Sometimes for variety I used the “Liberal government” but even that was dishonest. There is no such thing as a Liberal government. There is a Liberal party, at least for now, but no Liberal governments anywhere. There are provincial governments and a federal government and in our town, a municipal government, but no Liberal governments.

The mayor of my city of Stratford, Ontario, is Dan Mathieson. Imagine referring to Stratford city council as the “Mathieson government.” Canadian Prime Minister Stephen Harper did the same thing at the federal level and it pained me to see so many journalists with so little thoughtfulness or backbone quite eagerly referring to the “Harper government” in their stories. For the record, I am here to proclaim that there was not then and never has been a Harper government or even a Conservative government, for that matter. Since its birth in 1867 Canada has only had Canadian governments.

The use and misuse of words, to me, is no small matter. When I taught journalism, I used to tell my students they should liken the words they use to the bullets in the gun of a police officer. Used thoughtlessly, carelessly or maliciously, those bullets – and our words – can cause a lot of harm. The pen is mightier than the sword. That is why when a dictatorship takes over a country, they don’t run around gathering up all the swords right away. The first thing they do is get control of all those words being used out there in the media, the universities and the churches.

I know “passed away” instead of “died” doesn’t cause any harm and never will.

It just sort of bugs me.

(Bugs me, hmmm, let’s see, oh yeah, what I meant to say is it makes me mad and even then, mad is a euphemism for angry.)

I see one of my cats out the kitchen window. Uh oh. I think he might have just “done in” a mouse.

Pretty sure the little rodent has passed.

The Choices are Slim

By Jim Hagarty
Renowned Terrible Limericker

Ever heard of a piggy named Slim?
Maybe you should get acquainted with him.
He has a fine snout
Which he likes to stick out
And he keeps himself well-groomed and trim.