This is Unbearable

By Jim Hagarty
Sounds you don’t want to wake up to. A firefighter busting down your front door with an axe. A police officer yelling at your house through a megaphone: “Come out with your hands up!” And a black bear chewing on your head. An Idaho man experienced that last one the other day. Of the three, I would gladly choose doors number one and two over door number three. The man survived his brief role as bear breakfast. I would not have made it, had it been me in that predicament. Realizing my head was inside a bear’s mouth, I would have activated a self-inflicted fatal heart attack and considered myself lucky to not have survived. Full disclosure: I hate bears.

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.