Listenin' to Canadian Classics, while smokin' Canadian Classics.

Playin' The Pogues in the café. You're welcome everybody.

Using Danko Jones as an adjective.

"The Grammy's are on tonight" - my Dad

Par Amour, Par Pitié - Sylvie Vartan youtube.com/watch?v=ICMoHE…

The breakfast of all breakfasts: Homemade Whiskey Marmalade on toast.

The snack of all snacks: Homemade Whiskey Marmalade, with Brie on crackers.

When your chiropractor tells you he used to play bass for Ronnie Hawkins.

A cat named Leather.

Seems a photography gig in Montréal perfectly coincides with Jazz Fest, so I can swing by to see Pokey LaFarge. Work ain't so bad.

A place where you can drink a cold beer and get yer antique-on at the same time? Don't mind if I do. #christielakeantiqueshow

There's Shiner Bock, and then there's Uncle Bock.

Ever get a craving for a fried bologna sandwich?

First sewing project: a pair of powder blue gaucho's, made from 50 year old Irish linen.

15-year-old punk me, geeks out every time John Doe from "X" likes my photos on Instagram.

Really missing the Dickie Dee man right about now.

Fig Newtons for breakfast.

"Dude, I'm about to lay a patch" - says the fella peeling out of the Canadian Tire parking lot in his Pontiac Sunfire.

The look I get when I tell people I don't like pancakes.