Glenn Kubish

My blog comes from where I've spent some time: Athens, Jerusalem, north end Edmonton.

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Oldtimers
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The oldtimers section at the McDonald's on 50 St isn't marked with a sign that says oldtimers section. It's the oldtimers section because it's the place where two oldtimers nod to me as I sit down with my tray. It's where one of them starts the conversation as if we know each other, which we don'...
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The work of supper
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The work of supper
I am fortunate. I have a fatbike. I have a neighbourhood grocery store. I have a smartphone that dinged an incoming text request from Shelagh (who I am most fortunate to know) as she bused home from downtown while plotting the next steps in today’s Japanese chicken curry dinner.1 1/2 pounds (680g...
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Junior High
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Junior High
I learned just about everything I needed to know in junior high.Mr. Litwin (in those days adults did not have first names) was the science teacher. We were using microscopes to identify plant and animal cells. Get your slide, position it on the microscope plate, peer into the invisible world, mat...
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Soil yourselves, folks!
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Soil yourselves, folks!
If you spend time in Edmonton's Oliver neighbourhood, you know the place. It's the snow-fenced backyard garden just off the Oliverbahn bicycle lane, in from the alley, across from the old Indian restaurant, kitty corner from the tattoo parlour and a block or so from the fence printed with an imag...
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Blowin' in the wind
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Blowin' in the wind
I don't mind the wind where I live.The wind reminds me I am outdoors. Air conditioning aside, the interior life in buildings, malls and automobiles is windless. The advantages of this arrangement are numberless—better looking hair among them.Outside on my bicycle working the pedals on my Rocky Mo...
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Framing small conversations
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It merits another airing: the great good of riding a bicycle in the city is the unroofedness of it all, the way, from a saddle, you can share a few words, a laugh or a smile with people, strangers or not, who, too, are moving at the speed of life, but not faster.Today's ride home was more proof. ...
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A few words on the Saturday New York Times crossword
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A few words on the Saturday New York Times crossword
I am back in the grip of the New York Times crossword. I can't see if this will end happily. Seeing is my challenge, actually.Take 31 down in today's puzzle, which I started last night,  Kitchen drawers?  Six letters. I immediately pictured the drawers in our kitchen and saw spoons, lad...
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That rainbow on Friday morning!
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That rainbow on Friday morning!
That was as close to a sublime rainbow as I have ever witnessed.I almost missed it.I was pedalling east down the MacKinnon Ravine. I had just said hello to the stand of spruce trees I greet going by.  It's curious to hear your own voice talking to trees. I have done this for years. After the...
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George's
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George's
You never forget how to ride a bike.In those simple sounding, nostalgically lacquered eight words divided neatly between two thoughts,a) you never forgetandb) how to ride a bike,and in the even distribution of syllables across those two thoughts,you ne-ver for-get (1-2-3-4-5)how to ride a bike (1...
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Andy v. Litter
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Andy v. Litter
I want to tell you about Andy, but, first, I want first to try to explain why I didn't stop to clean up the shards of broken beer bottle glass on the shared-use path this morning.I can't. I don't know why I didn't stop.I did see the shards. But I swerved, content not to hear from my tires the poo...
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