It’s the Life for Me

By Jim Hagarty
2016

I was raised on a farm and I love driving in the country on the back roads, listening to music and checking out the scenery.

I live in a small city and I am glad for that in so many ways. I can be in the country in less than five minutes.

But country boy or not, I could never live there again. I loved the farm, but I often found it to be a lonely place, in spite of the fact I had six brothers and sisters.

I much prefer town life to country life. I was just outside now in my backyard at 2 a.m. I could hear clanging and banging sounds coming from a factory somewhere. Some people might hate that; I like it. Although I am a loner, I like watching and hearing life going on all around me. Not the frantic life of a Toronto or Chicago, just the mostly peaceful sounds of a smaller built up area.

Those sounds are a source of comfort to me, telling me I am not alone.

Author: Jim Hagarty

I am a 72-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.