If I Had a Hammer

By Jim Hagarty
2012
This is why a career in construction was never in the cards for me, even though, when going to university, I spent three summers building bridges. An hour ago, I was trying to lift an open step ladder over a bunch of lumber in the garage, unaware that a big heavy hammer was sitting on the top of the ladder. I discovered this fact when the hammer flew off the ladder and hit me right on top of my head almost knocking me to my knees. I am now sporting a big red bloody mark on my scalp and I have lost about five IQ points but that is OK: I have plenty to spare.

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.