Dayw – Mayw: the story of monsters and a boy

When I was a kid, I loved to hear the story of Dayw-Mayw. Dayw means Monster. Mayw does not mean anything. But if Dayw is Monster, then Mayw could be its antithesis -- a silly phonetic logic. The story goes like this. A young boy lives with his only grandma alive. They have a cow to survive... Continue Reading →

fifty five years in the business

In one of those sunny winter days of -10 degrees (feeling -19) in Ottawa, I felt like getting a haircut. After trying short and long styles, I wanted to get back to an average level-three on the back of my head and the rest long enough not to stand erect all the time. A friend... Continue Reading →

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