Feeling Mellow

By Jim Hagarty
2012
When I was a younger man, I would often concentrate my mind on the frailties of the human character (after dealing with people who pissed me off) and allow those judgments to affect my happiness. Lately, that’s been changing. These days, I am constantly impressed with just how nice most of the people I meet really are and I feel a connection to them I rarely did in years gone by. And even the ones who might appear a bit jerky, probably aren’t that way all the time. After all, I am no Mary Poppins myself.

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.