44 Years Old, 44 Random Facts

I was born in Halifax on Oct. 24, 1969, the youngest of Garth and Patricia Reyno’s six children (three boys, three girls). I am the exact same age as former major league pitcher Arthur Rhodes. When he saw me after I was born, my father said, “Take him back, he looks like a skinned rabbit.”Continue reading “44 Years Old, 44 Random Facts”

Goodbye London, Hello Hamilton

It was indifference at first sight. I knew I was doomed in London, Ont., when a local company was seeking a creative writer, and I didn’t get an interview. Now I’m not saying I’m a great creative writer, but I am saying it’s one of my few marketable skills (at least until chicken-skin consumption getsContinue reading “Goodbye London, Hello Hamilton”

Window Seat: On Posers and Peep Shows

He was street, all right. Sesame Street. Collect every hip-hop cliché, shake them in your hands like you’re rolling dice, and throw them on a young white male walking in downtown London, Ont. Add a Caucasian female companion (who has a little surprise for him). That’s what I saw one day when I looked outContinue reading “Window Seat: On Posers and Peep Shows”

If the gloves drop in the forest, does anybody hear?

Originally posted on Reynoworld:
I remember the tension, the anticipation, the satisfaction. I was about 11 years old, a new fan watching Hockey Night in Canada with my dad, when the promo appeared that next week our beloved Canadiens would face the Philadelphia Flyers. For the first time ever, dad went off. He started ranting…

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