Give Me a Break

By Jim Hagarty
2016
I quit drinking coffee for almost 15 years. I went back to it two years ago when the Vatican turned down my application for sainthood. I didn’t have proof of enough miracles (and I wasn’t dead). They didn’t think my photos of me turning water into long and wide skating rinks in my backyard qualified me. What I didn’t realize when I quit coffee was I had also quit taking coffee breaks. That was a mistake. Workplaces should not only always allow coffee breaks, but should also encourage them. There is a direct link between them and sanity.

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.