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Woggles from Cub Scouts when Mom was Akela

When my brothers and i were wee lads, our beloved Mom was out cub scout leader. In Canadian (and international) scouting, the leaders of the cub pack are named after characters in Rudyard Kipling’s The Jungle Book. Mom was Akela, Mikki Gladstone was Bagheera, we also had a Baloo and others.

After Mom passed away and the brothers and I were sorting through items, Dan and I assembled a tub of “woggles” which are little sliders designed to hold the kerchief/scarf together around one’s neck. Of course, there is plenty of creativity available for such a device – many are evidenced in this collection.

Love you Forever Mom

MY BELOVED HEROIC MOTHER. LOVE YOU FOREVER. DEVASTATED.

5 proud sons converged
Last words in cold room to peaceful Mom
Held soft hand, pet her hair
Now she is for science
We go to her empty home.

P.S. Research shows that intelligence is genetically passed from Mother to Children. As such, this is how/why I’m so smart :-) #MENSAMom

from Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/p/BMLuulshADx/

Jamaican Ganja Field

High up a mountaintop of ancient uplifted coral, unaccompanied by bodyguards, escalades or a single Marley (unlike “reincarnated” snoop), I found a happy place– surrounded by thousands of little ladies. I squeezed the buds to savour the moment and smells of mangos and papayas, limes and skunks. Snapped with the usual analogue disposable camera. Note audio recorder in hand. My wanders are different now. I still wonder.

Snapped with a single-use disposable camera

#Jamaica #Ganja #Weed #UncleWeed #WestMoreland #Legalization #Natural #Organic #Guano #Podcast #ChoogkeOn #Wander #Wonder #Cannabis #Activist #Education #Pioneer

Diptych(ish) Postcard from Rhodt, Germany: Watercolour and Photo

Once upon a time in 1992, I hitchhiked around Germany (and other Western European countries) and met up with my dear pal Trevor in a magical, fairytale town near the Rhine River called Rhodt unter Reitburg.

To earn some deutsche marks, we would gather chestnuts in the woods, and sell them to the tourists who enjoyed eating Kastanien, boiled, while drinking the excellent local wine. While passing time at our “stand,” I painted the local environs.

Now, with the wonders of the Internet, I can find photos of the scenes I only remember has faded watercolour pencil sketches. In this case, one of “crazy” King Ludwig’s summer villa/castle of some kind… Resplendent with ancient grape vines in the foreground.

via Instagram

Hello Owls of HootsuiteAPAC

Note: I noticed the Hootsuite APAC folks were holding a neat event called #TheOwlys. As such, i said hello. Ergo:

Hello #Owls of #HootsuiteAPAC – i’m your great-uncle Daveo and I’m laden with creation myths and stories. Just saying hello to you #renegades celebrating social goodness at #TheOwlys. Perhaps one day I can say hello in person, in the meantime, I will send my stunt double.