My Proudest Moment

By Jim Hagarty
I was at the beach with my daughter Sarah, left, and her friend Shayna. They had lost track of me, which was perfectly fine with them. So I was ambling along the sand by myself when I saw them taking a selfie. I ran like an antelope being chased by whatever predators chase an antelope, and I arrived in the background just at the perfect moment to photobomb their picture. I have achieved a few things in my life but this was the ultimate accomplishment. They had no idea I was there. This was my first and probably my last photobomb but I am proud of myself for having done it. Eat your hearts out photobombers everywhere!

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.