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Michigan Weather and Women: Part 4 Finding real love, at last. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected. Driving home the next day felt like waking up from some kind of dream until I pulled into our driveway and Munchkin came running out to greet me. As I was getting out to reassure him that he hadn't been abandoned, the reality of my life settled right back in. I went inside, and Lane and Mary grunted their hellos without looking up. Ah, home. I texted Erin that I made it back safely, and she replied almost immediately saying what a great night she had, and how much she missed me already. It was going to be a long three weeks until she rotated back to the hospital in Petoskey. Luckily, life was as busy as always, and time flew by. For the first time since I was a child, I could honestly say that I was happy. My happiness lasted until the day before Erin was scheduled to return. I got my first inkling that something might be wrong when I called to see if Wilma wanted me to pick up any groceries for her from town. She didn't answer, which was strange, and the call went to voicemail. Even if she was napping, she was a very light sleeper and would normally answer by the third ring. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, so I went straight to Wilma's to make sure she was alright. Everything seemed fine when I pulled into the yard, but there was no answer when I knocked on her door. I tried again, but there was nothing but an eerie silence. Fearing the worst, I grabbed the spare key from its hiding place and went inside. I called Wilma's name and, hearing no reply, went quickly through the house trying to find her. When I got to her bedroom, I could hear a low moaning sound from the attached washroom. I ran in and found Wilma collapsed by the bathtub. She had slipped and hit her head, injuring her hip and arm in the process. She didn't have her phone with her when she fell and had been unable to move, so who knows how long she had been lying there. I called 911 for an ambulance and then called Erin and suggested that she meet us at the hospital. It took forever for the paramedics to arrive, and longer still to get Wilma loaded into the ambulance. By the time I got to the hospital, she was already being triaged by their emergency team. I took a few minutes while I waited for an update on Wilma's condition to call the rest of the family and give them the news. Alison came directly to the hospital after class, and Sharon brought Mary and Lane as soon as they got home from school. Erin arrived a few hours later and broke down when she saw me. Finally, just after nine, the doctors gave Erin an update. Wilma was in rough shape; she was badly dehydrated and had a moderate concussion, a fractured wrist, and a bone bruise on her hip. It would take her weeks to recover in the hospital. The good news was that she would make a recovery, given enough time and support. Erin and Mary decided to stay with Wilma in the hospital while Sharon dropped Alison at her dorm and drove Lane back to the house. By midnight, Mary had nodded off in a chair in the corner of Wilma's room, while I waited outside with Erin. "You should go home, Davis. There's nothing else you can do tonight. Thank God, you found her; I am not sure what I would have done if you hadn't. I already lost Grampy; I am not ready to lose Gran as well. They are all I have." I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close. "You have me, now, too. And the girls. And you know Lane would do anything for you, you just need to ask. I was serious about what I said in Grand Rapids, Erin. I love you." Erin pulled me closer but didn't reply. The following week was a rollercoaster of emotions. Wilma was improving far quicker than the doctors had anticipated, but she would still be in rehab for at least another two weeks. It was impossible to hide Wilma's accident from the rest of the family, and they descended on the hospital like vultures; or, more accurately, their lawyers descended on the hospital while, for the most part, they stayed far away where it was warm. The one exception was Erin's stepfather, who flew in the next day. "For Christ's sake, Erin. Haven't you done enough harm as it is? Do you want your Gran to die alone on the floor of that dingy old shack of hers? It's time for her to move into a care facility that can look after her. Be reasonable!" When he failed to persuade Erin to act on his behalf, his attorneys requested an emergency court order, alleging that Wilma lacked the capacity to make her own medical decisions, that Erin was not acting in her best interests, and that one of Wilma's children should be appointed as her legal guardian. Wilma was furious when she learned of his actions, but there was little she could do to stop him until she was discharged from the hospital. Both sides knew that her doctor's recommendation would hold a lot of weight with the judge, and it was not good news for Wilma when it came. "If Mrs. Anderson is to return home, she will require around-the-clock care and company. If such care can't be arranged, then I recommend that she be placed in a long-term assisted-living facility that can treat any lingering effects from her fall, and from her late-stage cancer." Erin took the news like a physical blow, and she staggered backward to a chair. We didn't have the resources for 24-hour nursing, and it would be impossible to arrange it with such short notice even if we did. "I'm sorry, Davis. I need to be alone for a while to think." She left without looking back or saying goodbye to Wilma, and I just let her go. I wanted to ease her pain, but I knew that there was nothing I could do. She had lost, and her family had won. I was despondent as I made my way towards the exit, so much so that I nearly ran into Alison who was finishing up her shift at the hospital. "You look terrible, Brother, what happened? Is Wilma alright?" I explained to her about the doctor's recommendation and Erin's reaction. "No one has had the heart to tell Wilma, yet. She's recovered from the fall, but this news is going to kill her." Alison looked at me for a minute, before her mouth quirked upwards in a smile. "I'll do it." "What do you mean? "I'll do it. I'll look after Wilma. I am wrapping up my clinical practicum tomorrow, and I was planning on working this summer. I will look after Wilma instead. Mary can move in with us as well, and I can teach her what she needs to know to care for her when I'm not there. Once her school year is done in June, she and I can spell each other off, and I can still pick up some shifts here and there." It was an amazing offer, but I couldn't let her do it. "Alison, I can't ask you to give up your job for the summer. You need that money for your living expenses at school." "You're not asking; I'm offering. And since you've paid for my tuition so far, I am debt-free and can take out a loan to cover my last term." "I didn't cover the tuition, it was your;" "Davis. Really? Our mother, who never met a five-dollar bill she couldn't snort or inject, left me a college fund? Please. I am not an idiot. I love you, Big Brother, and I love what you have done for me and the others, but it's my time to step up now as well. Let me do this." I felt a heaviness lift from my chest as I hugged Alison and lifted her off her feet. I tried to reach Erin to let her know about Alison's offer, but I drove to her apartment, and she wasn't there, and she must have turned her phone off. I figured she must have gone to Wilma's, so I headed that way. I pulled in just as the sun was setting and found her SUV parked in the laneway, crosshatched by the lengthening shadows of the trees. I parked and saw a lone figure at the end of the dock, still wearing her scrubs. I could see whitecaps on the waves as they smashed into the dock, and I knew she must be freezing, so I grabbed my jacket out of the back of the truck and went to join her. The footing was treacherous, with patches of ice hidden by the gloom and spray, but I made my way carefully to Erin and wrapped my jacket around her shoulders. She closed her eyes and leaned back against me. "Am I doing the right thing, Davis? Gran could have died. She would have died if not for you. Can we risk that happening again? Am I just holding on to the past?" When she was finished, Erin lapsed into silence. "You are doing what Wilma asked you to do. I know your stepfather says that she isn't mentally competent, but I tell you, if she's not mentally competent then none of us are." "But it doesn't make a difference anymore. You heard what the doctor said, and I can't go against her recommendation." "You don't have to, Erin. Alison has offered to move in with Wilma to look after her, and she will teach Mary to look after her as well. Between the two of them, Wilma can stay in the house until the fall, at least, and then we can see." Erin turned towards me in her excitement but lost her footing on the slippery dock and fell backward into the water, pulling me with her. Now, in the summer, that kind of accident might be cause for some laughter and an embarrassing story around the dinner table. In late April, however, spending any time in the frigid waters of Lake Michigan could rapidly prove fatal. The shock from the cold when Erin hit the water caused her to gasp involuntarily, and she took in a mouthful. I had a half-second longer to prepare myself and managed to keep my mouth closed as I submerged, but I could immediately feel the cold in my extremities. The ladder that would normally have been at the end of the dock had been taken out for the winter, so we had no choice but to make for shore. Time compressed as I struggled to pull us through the water while Erin coughed and vomited. Finally, we dragged ourselves onto the shore, wet and shivering. I felt clumsy and weak from the cold, and my clothes felt like they weighed a hundred pounds, but I wrapped my arm around Erin's waist, and we started stumbling toward the house. By the time we got there, we were both shivering uncontrollably and my hands were numb from the cold. I knew we needed to get warm, but it was like my brain was in a fog and I couldn't get my limbs to move the way they were supposed to. So, I did the first thing that came to mind, and started feeding paper and kindling into the fireplace, while Erin went to the linen closet and grabbed a stack of towels. She stripped off her wet scrubs while I got the fire started, and then she helped me get undressed as well. When I felt a little feeling return to my fingers, I fed a larger log onto the fire and then went and got a large comforter which I wrapped around us as we shivered in front of the fire. Eventually, our shivering subsided as our bodies warmed up, and Erin laid her head back against my chest. "I'm not ready for her to go. I'm not ready to be all alone again." "You're not alone anymore; not unless you want to be. I love you, Erin." I felt her relax back against me. "I love you too, Davis, and I'm sorry." "For what?" "For pulling you into the lake like a dumbass; fuck, that was cold." Chapter 6. Wilma's family insisted on taking their emergency petition to court, over Wilma's continued objections, but once the judge learned that Alison, a trained nurse, was going to be staying with her, their decision was an easy one. And let me tell you, Wilma's mind was still sharp as ever, and she made it clear both to her doctors and, eventually, to her family and the judge, that she wanted to go home. Erin's stepfather was beside himself with anger after they lost the hearing. "Why do you insist on delaying the inevitable like this? Wilma is dying. We know it, she knows it, the doctors know it. You're the only one who won't accept it. She would get better care in a facility with real nurses here in town, rather than relying on a student, a little girl, and whatever time you can give her at home. The next time she has a crisis maybe we won't get so lucky, and it will be on your head." Outwardly, Erin looked as smooth and unbothered as glass as her stepfather screamed at her, but her hand was squeezing mine so hard that I thought she might break a bone. Luckily, before I could say anything to make matters worse, Wilma intervened. "What is it that makes you so damn sure that you know what's best for everyone else? You're right, I'm dying. There is nothing that anyone can do about that. If I happen to fall again and speed the process along, so be it. But don't you dare pretend that you care one iota about my health or happiness, or your stepdaughter's happiness for that matter. The only thing you care about is getting your wife's inheritance faster. Is your business doing so badly that you can't wait until I die? It seemed like she had scored a direct hit, as his face turned solid red as he started to stammer out a response, but she dismissed him before he could even begin. "Now go away and leave us in peace. You will be back here for my funeral soon enough, and no one wants you hovering around, hoping to speed it up." A week later, Wilma was released from the hospital, and we brought her back home. Alison moved in right away, along with Munchkin, and Mary soon followed. On most days, James would come by to pick Mary up for school and then drop her back afterward. Alison stayed with Wilma during the day, and Mary covered most of the evenings. Erin came by to help whenever she could, and I did my best to keep them stocked with supplies. It wasn't perfect, but it worked and, more importantly, it made Wilma happy. She didn't talk much about her cancer, but it was clear that it was getting worse. Mary noticed that she was eating less and resting more and that she had begun to take her pain pills in the morning as well as in the evening before she went to bed. Wilma was still adamant that she wanted to stay in her home, however, and continued to teach Mary all she could about art and life. In early June, I had stopped by to visit Wilma and the girls late in the afternoon and I was still there when James dropped Mary off from school. He escorted her into the house but then stood awkwardly in the entranceway rather than leaving. "Mr. Crawford, could we talk for a minute, if you have the time?" I shook my head in amusement. No matter how many times I told him to just call me Davis, Mr. Crawford, I remained. "Sure, I was just finishing up with Wilma," I replied as I gave Wilma a gentle hug. She felt more like a bird at that point than a person, just skin hanging on fragile bones held together by her indomitable will. James looked worried as we went outside. "This may not be any of my business, but yesterday, when I got home from school, Calum and my dad were on a conference call with some officials from the county and Wilma's son and one of her granddaughters, the lawyer. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything, but they were on speaker, and it was loud enough that I could hear them in the kitchen. "They were saying that when Wilma dies, her estate is being divided up equally amongst all of the children and grandchildren, but there is a part of the will that states that the land by the lake can't be sold or developed. From the sounds of it, however, once Wilma is gone, the county is going to seize that land, using eminent domain, to create a public boat launch, since Wilma's dock is the only four-season dock for at least ten miles in either direction. They will fix it up and then sell the rest of the land to the McDougals for development. "So, Wilma's family will get their money when the county forces the sale, and the McDougals will get their land. The only person left who might make a fuss would be Erin, but they figure she will fall in line once she sees the big fat check from the county." Listening to James' story made my blood boil. I hated the kinds of rich pricks who used their money and their purchased politicians to run roughshod over the rest of us. I just wasn't sure if there was anything that we could do to stop them. I thanked James for the heads up and went to speak with Wilma once he left. I expected Wilma to be as filled with rage at her family's treachery as I was, but she seemed remarkably calm about the whole thing. "Thank you for sharing this with me and thank James for his candor. He must have been deeply conflicted between his loyalty to his family, and his desire to do the right thing. Now, as to what we are going to do about this, we are going to do nothing. I don't want you to mention this to Erin or Mary, it will just worry them and make them upset. And you have more important things to do than to rage against a bunch of duplicitous assholes. Leave this one with me. "Now, why don't you go outside, take that shirt off, and start chopping some wood or something equally manly? Erin will be here soon, and you know how she likes to see you when you have worked up a sweat." I didn't know exactly what Wilma had planned, but for the next few days, she spent a lot of time on the phone. Towards the end of June, a very well-dressed older man in a tailored suit was leaving her house just as I was pulling in. It was clear that he had been there before since Munchkin ignored him and came over to give me an enthusiastic greeting instead. The man gave me a friendly smile as he put his briefcase in his top-of-the-line Lexus SUV before walking over to introduce himself. "Brantford Sage," he said holding out his hand. "You must be Mr. Crawford. Wilma has told me a lot about you. With everything she said, I was kind of expecting you to be seven feet tall and wearing a cape." I laughed at the image. "It's nice that she thinks so highly of me, but she gives me too much credit. And please call me Davis." "Well, Davis, and please call me Brantford, I have known Wilma for more years than you have been alive, and I have never heard her talk about anyone the way that she talks about you, except for Phillip, of course. And we all know how she felt about Phillip." I knew that it was none of my business why Mr. Sage was visiting Wilma, but my desire to protect her overrode any hesitation on my part about speaking out. "I am sorry if it's rude of me to ask, Mr. Sage, but what is your business here with Wilma? As you may know, her own family, along with a local family of some prominence, have been waging a campaign to get Wilma to sell this land. You are not here on their behalf, are you?" "I can assure you, Davis, that I am only here as a favor to Wilma. I normally split my time between our offices in Detroit, New York, and London, but when Wilma calls, I make it a priority to answer. I am sorry that I can't say more about my business here, attorney-client privilege, but you can ask her yourself if you would like." "It's all good. Wilma is still sharp as a tack, and even if she has lost a step or two, she is still twice as smart and four times as wise as I will ever be." "Well, I should be going. But sadly, I am sure I will see you again, soon enough." By the end of the summer, it was clear that Wilma's adventures were almost done. When she worked with Mary, she would often fall asleep in the comfortable chair in the corner. She had never had a large appetite, but recently, it had dwindled almost to nothing. Erin was very worried and suggested that it was time to move her Gran into hospice, but Wilma wouldn't hear of it. "This house has been my home for more than 60 years; I am not going to leave it now. It would miss me too much, and I can't have my home pining away over me. There is nothing more depressing than a sad home." Even Munchkin, the dog with boundless energy, became more subdued and often sat a quiet watch over Wilma while she slept. Finally, on the last Sunday of August, I got the call I had been dreading. I could hear Mary's voice on the other end of the line, holding back tears. "Gran says she's too tired and it's time to stop fighting. She told me to call you and Erin, and ask you to come;" I could hear the sobs building in her as she spoke, "to say goodbye." "Is James there with you, Mary?" "I called him. He's on his way." "I will call Erin and then go and pick her up. She won't be in any condition to drive." I figured the odds of there being a speed trap on the highway to Petoskey before 7 AM on a Sunday were slim to none, so I made it to Erin's apartment in record time. She must have been watching for me out of her window, as she threw herself into my arms before I was fully out of the truck. "I am so sorry, Honey," was all I could say, and I just held her in silence until the waves of grief that wracked her body had subsided. "We should get going," I said, not knowing what else to say. Maybe I should have told her that "Everything would be alright," but I suspected that it would be a while before that was true. But that was okay. People grieve in their own time. Erin held my hand tightly as we started the drive to Wilma's. "Why don't you tell me some of your favorite memories with your Gran and Grampy?" Erin remained silent for a few minutes, but once she started talking, the floodgates opened wide. She told me about the first time that her parents dropped her at the airport when she was only seven. How scared she was of these strange older people she didn't know. Phillip had seen her fear, and rather than trying to comfort her; how do you comfort a child whose parents have abandoned them; he had taken her for a long walk down by the lake. She remembered the sound of the wind blowing off the lake, as Phillip told her stories about their past. She remembered the summers she spent with Gran and Grampy as a teen. By that point, she had grown into a beautiful young woman, and her parents wanted to show her off to their important friends in Europe and places further afield. But she had already chosen to spend her time with the people that she loved. She spoke of coming to see them when she was in college. Of the awful year that Phillip got sick, and her grief at his passing. She said that her parents came to Good Hart for the funeral, but it felt like she and Gran were the only people to truly grieve his loss. She fell silent as we pulled into Wilma's laneway. "Go and see your Gran. Let me know what you need, Honey. I am here for you." Despite her grief, Erin looked at me as she took my hand. "What about you? What do you need, Davis? You love her too." "People show their love in different ways. I never really got the chance to give or receive love as a child, at least not in the way that most of us think of it. But being with you has made me realize something important about myself; I take care of the people I love. So, let me take care of you, Mary, and Wilma, one final time." By that point, Mary and Munchkin had come outside. Mary's eyes were red, and you could see the tracks that her tears had left on her cheeks. I got out of the truck and just held her for a minute. Erin came up behind me and enveloped her as well. Munchkin, mourning in his own way, stood watch for us, keeping us safe as we grieved. "Mary, you don't have to be here for the end if it's too hard. You can say goodbye, then take the truck and go and meet James. We can let you know when it's over." She just shook her head. "Where is she?" Mary led us into the living room. The wisp that remained of Wilma was in the comfortable chair by the fire. She had been a very small woman when we met less than a year before, but now she looked almost ethereal. Like the wind could slip right through her collecting her stories as it passed. She beckoned me over with one of her curled hands. "Davis, I am glad that you're here. I know I am a greedy old biddy, but I have three favors to ask, and I don't have a lot of time left to do the asking." "Of course, Wilma. You know I would do anything for you and Erin." She closed her eyes for a moment to collect her thoughts. "The first favor is that I need some time alone with my girls. I am sure James will be here in a minute; he is a good boy, don't hold those assholes in his family against him. He loves our Mary. Go outside, and when he arrives, I want you to go down to the lake and set up the five Adirondack chairs, so they are all together and facing out over the water. Then come back up to me." "Of course, Wilma." I went outside and sat on the front steps, scratching Munchkin's ears as I waited. James pulled up less than ten minutes later and I explained what had happened, and Wilma's request. When we were finished at the lake, we walked back up to the house, with Munchkin following quietly on our heels. We let ourselves in and saw Wilma, Erin, and Mary pulled together in an embrace. I was hesitant to interrupt, but Wilma saw us and called us over. "There's your big, strong men. Girls, could you get some of the outdoor blankets for James to carry down to the lake for us? And Davis, my second favor is for you to carry me down to the lake one last time. Would the rest of you give us a few minutes before you follow?" I picked Wilma up from the chair and wrapped her in my arms. She felt almost weightless, but I saw hints of her mischievous smile as we started walking. "You know, the last time a man carried me like this, the journey ended very differently." I couldn't help but smile, even at the end Wilma was still quick with the teasing and innuendo. "I bet you wish it was that other man carrying you now," I joked in return, but Wilma just rested her head against my chest. "No. No, I don't, Davis. I will see that other man soon enough. I am well content to be here with you. I am so proud of you. You are such a good and faithful man. It is a lot to ask of you, but for my third favor, will you look after my girls when I am gone?" By that point, we had reached the shore, and I set Wilma down in the middle chair of the five. "You don't need to ask, Wilma. Of course, I will look after them. Because you asked it of me, and because I love them just like you do." Wilma smiled and reached out to take my hand while she pressed three small objects into my palm. I looked down and saw that she had removed her engagement and wedding rings and given them to me. They were joined by an almost identical wedding band that must have belonged to Phillip before he passed. "You will know when the time is right for these. I would have liked to have been there to see it, though. Through these rings, maybe Phillip and I can continue to be a small part of your love for each other, even once we're gone." James and the girls had started down the path to the lake and would reach us in a minute. Before they arrived, Wilma gave me a final serious look. "All hell is going to break loose when they read my will after the funeral. Be there for Erin, please. The mistakes I made with my children are all my fault, but Erin will be left to bear that weight for a little while longer once I'm gone. It would mean a lot to a dying woman to know that she won't have to carry that weight alone." "I'll share that weight with her, for as long as she needs. For as long as she will let me." Wilma patted my hand. "That's good. I love you, Davis, but I think it's time." Mary and Erin arrived with James, and they made sure that Wilma was bundled in warm blankets as she looked out over the lake. Mary and Erin sat on either side of her and held her hands, while James and I sat at the ends. Munchkin settled against Wilma's feet, to keep them warm. After a while, Wilma started talking. She told stories about her life with Phillip; how they met, when they first came to this place, building a home, and raising their family. She spoke of their success as artists, and their failures as parents. She spoke of her regrets but also about her deep love for Erin and Mary, and how much she appreciated what they had done for her. She paused for a moment as the wind began to pick up, but we heard her last words before the wind carried the rest away. "You are all artists, and you are all worthy of love." She fell silent, and we sat for a long while listening to the wind off the lake. Epilogue. As always, Wilma was right. The reading of her will did indeed set off a firestorm, but she had made sure that we were ready for it. Do you remember Mr. Sage, that man in the suit who came to visit Wilma not too long before she passed? It turns out that he wasn't just an old friend, he was also a named partner at the largest law firm in the state and one of the most powerful firms in the country. It seems that Phillip didn't just paint portraits for the richest family in the state (you would recognize their name from the hospitals, museums, and other cultural institutions where it is featured prominently), but he also became a close family friend. You would never have known it, though, since Phillip refused to even acknowledge their friendship in public so that he didn't inadvertently trade on their name. Mr. Sage was also a good friend of that family and, over the years, became close with Wilma and Phillip, as well. After James told Wilma his story, she called those old family friends and, for the first time in their long friendship, asked for their help. She would never have done so for her own benefit, but she couldn't bear to think that Phillip's legacy would be lost because of the greed and treachery of his children. Within a day, Mr. Sage was working on a solution to Wilma's problem, and everything was signed and sealed well before Wilma passed on. The day of the reading of the will would have been comic if it hadn't also been so tragic. In the weeks after Wilma's death, her remaining children and grandchildren had gathered to express their deep sadness at her passing. Many black outfits were worn, and many sad faces were made. Not surprisingly, the entire McDougal family also showed up both to the funeral and to the smaller gathering at Wilma's house afterward. James stood with Mary, his arm around her shoulder, both to comfort her and to protect her from his own family, as best he could. The rest of the McDougal clan stood with Wilma's family and made sure to avail themselves of the free wine and hors d'oeuvres. As per her wishes, Wilma was cremated, and her ashes were scattered from the deck behind her house so that the wind could carry them towards the lake. Again, as per her wishes, the will was read immediately thereafter. The first surprise of the day came when Mr. Sage, who everyone thought was there merely to express his condolences at Wilma's passing, informed the family lawyers that the will in their possession had been revoked earlier that year. Both Wilma's family and their lawyers began to protest until the man formally introduced himself as a named partner at Sage, Bentley, and Carstairs, and as the new executor of Wilma's estate. The second surprise was the size and extent of that estate. The property by the lake was considerably larger than anyone had known and included a number of additional houses and cottages that Wilma and Phillip had acquired over the years. Unlike the previous will, however, that had left an equal share of the land to each of Wilma's descendants, the new one protected the entire property, in perpetuity, as part of a land trust that was established for the benefit and use of artists, local residents and even the Fudgies, when summer came to the lower peninsula. As part of the land trust, the dock was to be extended and reinforced and a public boat landing and park were to be built and maintained on the land, again, in perpetuity. Erin and I were named as trustees of the land trust, along with Mr. Sage and Mary, when she came of age. Given Michigan's strict laws around the use of eminent domain for private gain, there was no chance that the McDougals and the county would be able to move forward with their plans to seize the land. The third and final surprise was that Wilma and Phillip had done much better with the sale of their art and with their investments over the years than anyone had thought or expected. In addition to the property that was now in the trust, they had amassed a fortune in the low eight figures. Most of that money was left to manage the land trust, but a not inconsiderable amount was set aside to fund the college education of my brother and sisters and to pay off Erin's considerable student debt from medical school. The will also stipulated that the estate would pay for any costs that Wilma's family had incurred to attend the funeral (with receipts, of course.) Wilma's paintings were left to the public gallery in Grand Rapids and galleries further afield, with a few notable exceptions. Mary was given three paintings of her choice from the collection, that weren't otherwise named in the will. After much thought and consideration, she chose both the first and last works that Wilma had painted, both of which had been hanging in the living room, along with a small study of the house that Wilma kept in her bedroom beside a picture of Phillip and her on their wedding day. Erin was given Phillip's portrait of her as a young woman, and that portrait still hangs above our mantelpiece alongside his portrait of Wilma as a young woman, which she left to me. The only time they left our mantelpiece was when they were featured in a retrospective exhibit of their work at a museum in New York, but the house felt strangely empty when they were gone. Erin's family was furious at the changes in the new will. They threatened to fight it with every resource at their disposal. They tried every dirty trick they could think of, questioning Wilma's mental capacity in the months before her death, fighting the legality of the land trust, and trying to impugn our characters implying that we were gold diggers who wormed our way into Wilma's life to steal the family inheritance. In the end, though, the family's lawyers were no match for Brantford and his firm. When none of their ploys worked, Erin's family and the McDougals turned on each other, and the ensuing lawsuits are still ongoing to this day. I would love to say that that was the end of the McDougals, or that Erin's family came around in the end. Unfortunately, they are still just as terrible as ever. But at least their arrogance and corruption are now far enough away that we can safely ignore them. On a similar note, my mother is still absent from our lives. I don't honestly know if she is even still alive, although I assume that someone would have tried to find her next of kin if she had died. Sometimes, I am charitable and hope that she managed to face her demons and turn what's left of her life around. But most of the time, I am just glad that she is no longer able to hurt the people I love. After things settled down, Alison finished her schooling and became a nurse practitioner, as she had always dreamed of. In her last year of study, while she was doing a clinical practicum at a hospital in Detroit, she met a lovely internist who fell madly in love with her. Luckily for him, his feelings were reciprocated, and they are now married and living in Grand Rapids. They split their holidays between our family and her husband's family in Detroit, and they stay with us for a few weeks each summer. Their son is as thick as thieves with our daughter, and their imagination carries them through endless adventures together. Sharon was successful in her ambition to leave the peninsula and see more of the world. She finished her undergraduate degree in creative writing in Chicago before setting out to see the world, and she is still out there wandering. But she sends us lots of pictures when she gets the chance, and recently, Erin noticed that many of her pictures have the same very attractive woman smiling in the background. I think it was probably a coincidence, but Erin thinks otherwise. I sure hope Erin's right. There is nothing I want more than for my family to find love and happiness. When the spirit moves her to come home to us (with or without her friend), she will be very welcome. Mary spent months grieving her loss, but rather than turning inward, she channeled her emotions into a triptych of paintings that firmly established her as an upcoming talent in the world of art. She lived with us for several years until James proposed, at which point they moved into one of the cottages owned by the trust. Unfortunately, James' family found out that he told Wilma about their plans, and they disowned him. He had a few tough years, but Mary helped him through, and when he turned eighteen, I took him on as an apprentice. He now runs one of my crews. I used to worry that he loved Mary more than she loved him and that the imbalance would lead to heartache. My worries were put to rest when she painted her first portrait. James was her subject, and I have never seen a painting more suffused with love and desire. A few years later, a collector offered her an eye-watering amount of money for it, but she politely declined. As for Lane, well who knows what he will do with his life, but he is carrying a 4.0 GPA, and the world is his oyster. He was sure impressed by the lawyers who rained hellfire down on the McDougals, though, so I suspect that he might be leaning that way in the future. He is also building quite a following as a DJ, combining classics from the 40's and 50's with new beats. He recently started dating a new girl, and she is a real sweetheart. We haven't told her about the day that he met Erin for the first time; yet. But trust me, that time will come. But until it does, Lane is more than happy to keep up with his chores and help out around the house. But what he loves more than anything is to carry his rod out to the end of the dock and fish, while the wind off the lake plays through his hair. And then there is Erin and me. I have to say that things have worked out pretty well for us, in the end. It took less than a year for me to make use of Wilma's last gifts, and Erin and I were married the next summer in the new park down by the dock. Wilma left her house and a few acres of land to Erin, separate from the land trust, and we spent several years fixing it up and expanding it so that my brother and sisters know that there is always a place for them if they need it; for a day, a week, or a lifetime. I am still not the best at taking orders or following instructions; but gentle requests from the woman that I love, sealed with a kiss on my cheek? It turns out that I am more than fine with those. And I am still not always sure what a beautiful doctor sees in a plumber like me. But rather than let my insecurity get the better of me, I have learned to accept my good fortune with a smile. One tradition that we've adopted as our own is that we make time to dance together every Friday night. If we have guests, or family who are home, they know that they will be joining us as well; Wilma's 'no wallflowers' rule is still in full effect. Now that she is old enough, I am teaching our daughter to dance, and her favorite thing in the world is to twirl around the living room in her mommy and daddy's arms. Some nights, when it's just the three of us and our daughter has gone to bed, we let the soft crackle of Wilma's old 45s take us back. We dance together with the lights down low, the music threading through the quiet night like a whisper from the past. And when the music fades, we hold each other close and listen to the voices of those we have loved, as they linger in the wind off the lake. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

Michigan Weather and Women: Part 4 Finding real love, at last. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts. Listen to the Podcast at Connected. Driving home the next day felt like waking up from some kind of dream until I pulled into our driveway and Munchkin came running out to greet me. As I was getting out to reassure him that he hadn't been abandoned, the reality of my life settled right back in. I went inside, and Lane and Mary grunted their hellos without looking up. Ah, home. I texted Erin that I made it back safely, and she replied almost immediately saying what a great night she had, and how much she missed me already. It was going to be a long three weeks until she rotated back to the hospital in Petoskey. Luckily, life was as busy as always, and time flew by. For the first time since I was a child, I could honestly say that I was happy. My happiness lasted until the day before Erin was scheduled to return. I got my first inkling that something might be wrong when I called to see if Wilma wanted me to pick up any groceries for her from town. She didn't answer, which was strange, and the call went to voicemail. Even if she was napping, she was a very light sleeper and would normally answer by the third ring. I had a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach, so I went straight to Wilma's to make sure she was alright. Everything seemed fine when I pulled into the yard, but there was no answer when I knocked on her door. I tried again, but there was nothing but an eerie silence. Fearing the worst, I grabbed the spare key from its hiding place and went inside. I called Wilma's name and, hearing no reply, went quickly through the house trying to find her. When I got to her bedroom, I could hear a low moaning sound from the attached washroom. I ran in and found Wilma collapsed by the bathtub. She had slipped and hit her head, injuring her hip and arm in the process. She didn't have her phone with her when she fell and had been unable to move, so who knows how long she had been lying there. I called 911 for an ambulance and then called Erin and suggested that she meet us at the hospital. It took forever for the paramedics to arrive, and longer still to get Wilma loaded into the ambulance. By the time I got to the hospital, she was already being triaged by their emergency team. I took a few minutes while I waited for an update on Wilma's condition to call the rest of the family and give them the news. Alison came directly to the hospital after class, and Sharon brought Mary and Lane as soon as they got home from school. Erin arrived a few hours later and broke down when she saw me. Finally, just after nine, the doctors gave Erin an update. Wilma was in rough shape; she was badly dehydrated and had a moderate concussion, a fractured wrist, and a bone bruise on her hip. It would take her weeks to recover in the hospital. The good news was that she would make a recovery, given enough time and support. Erin and Mary decided to stay with Wilma in the hospital while Sharon dropped Alison at her dorm and drove Lane back to the house. By midnight, Mary had nodded off in a chair in the corner of Wilma's room, while I waited outside with Erin. "You should go home, Davis. There's nothing else you can do tonight. Thank God, you found her; I am not sure what I would have done if you hadn't. I already lost Grampy; I am not ready to lose Gran as well. They are all I have." I wrapped her in my arms and pulled her close. "You have me, now, too. And the girls. And you know Lane would do anything for you, you just need to ask. I was serious about what I said in Grand Rapids, Erin. I love you." Erin pulled me closer but didn't reply. The following week was a rollercoaster of emotions. Wilma was improving far quicker than the doctors had anticipated, but she would still be in rehab for at least another two weeks. It was impossible to hide Wilma's accident from the rest of the family, and they descended on the hospital like vultures; or, more accurately, their lawyers descended on the hospital while, for the most part, they stayed far away where it was warm. The one exception was Erin's stepfather, who flew in the next day. "For Christ's sake, Erin. Haven't you done enough harm as it is? Do you want your Gran to die alone on the floor of that dingy old shack of hers? It's time for her to move into a care facility that can look after her. Be reasonable!" When he failed to persuade Erin to act on his behalf, his attorneys requested an emergency court order, alleging that Wilma lacked the capacity to make her own medical decisions, that Erin was not acting in her best interests, and that one of Wilma's children should be appointed as her legal guardian. Wilma was furious when she learned of his actions, but there was little she could do to stop him until she was discharged from the hospital. Both sides knew that her doctor's recommendation would hold a lot of weight with the judge, and it was not good news for Wilma when it came. "If Mrs. Anderson is to return home, she will require around-the-clock care and company. If such care can't be arranged, then I recommend that she be placed in a long-term assisted-living facility that can treat any lingering effects from her fall, and from her late-stage cancer." Erin took the news like a physical blow, and she staggered backward to a chair. We didn't have the resources for 24-hour nursing, and it would be impossible to arrange it with such short notice even if we did. "I'm sorry, Davis. I need to be alone for a while to think." She left without looking back or saying goodbye to Wilma, and I just let her go. I wanted to ease her pain, but I knew that there was nothing I could do. She had lost, and her family had won. I was despondent as I made my way towards the exit, so much so that I nearly ran into Alison who was finishing up her shift at the hospital. "You look terrible, Brother, what happened? Is Wilma alright?" I explained to her about the doctor's recommendation and Erin's reaction. "No one has had the heart to tell Wilma, yet. She's recovered from the fall, but this news is going to kill her." Alison looked at me for a minute, before her mouth quirked upwards in a smile. "I'll do it." "What do you mean? "I'll do it. I'll look after Wilma. I am wrapping up my clinical practicum tomorrow, and I was planning on working this summer. I will look after Wilma instead. Mary can move in with us as well, and I can teach her what she needs to know to care for her when I'm not there. Once her school year is done in June, she and I can spell each other off, and I can still pick up some shifts here and there." It was an amazing offer, but I couldn't let her do it. "Alison, I can't ask you to give up your job for the summer. You need that money for your living expenses at school." "You're not asking; I'm offering. And since you've paid for my tuition so far, I am debt-free and can take out a loan to cover my last term." "I didn't cover the tuition, it was your;" "Davis. Really? Our mother, who never met a five-dollar bill she couldn't snort or inject, left me a college fund? Please. I am not an idiot. I love you, Big Brother, and I love what you have done for me and the others, but it's my time to step up now as well. Let me do this." I felt a heaviness lift from my chest as I hugged Alison and lifted her off her feet. I tried to reach Erin to let her know about Alison's offer, but I drove to her apartment, and she wasn't there, and she must have turned her phone off. I figured she must have gone to Wilma's, so I headed that way. I pulled in just as the sun was setting and found her SUV parked in the laneway, crosshatched by the lengthening shadows of the trees. I parked and saw a lone figure at the end of the dock, still wearing her scrubs. I could see whitecaps on the waves as they smashed into the dock, and I knew she must be freezing, so I grabbed my jacket out of the back of the truck and went to join her. The footing was treacherous, with patches of ice hidden by the gloom and spray, but I made my way carefully to Erin and wrapped my jacket around her shoulders. She closed her eyes and leaned back against me. "Am I doing the right thing, Davis? Gran could have died. She would have died if not for you. Can we risk that happening again? Am I just holding on to the past?" When she was finished, Erin lapsed into silence. "You are doing what Wilma asked you to do. I know your stepfather says that she isn't mentally competent, but I tell you, if she's not mentally competent then none of us are." "But it doesn't make a difference anymore. You heard what the doctor said, and I can't go against her recommendation." "You don't have to, Erin. Alison has offered to move in with Wilma to look after her, and she will teach Mary to look after her as well. Between the two of them, Wilma can stay in the house until the fall, at least, and then we can see." Erin turned towards me in her excitement but lost her footing on the slippery dock and fell backward into the water, pulling me with her. Now, in the summer, that kind of accident might be cause for some laughter and an embarrassing story around the dinner table. In late April, however, spending any time in the frigid waters of Lake Michigan could rapidly prove fatal. The shock from the cold when Erin hit the water caused her to gasp involuntarily, and she took in a mouthful. I had a half-second longer to prepare myself and managed to keep my mouth closed as I submerged, but I could immediately feel the cold in my extremities. The ladder that would normally have been at the end of the dock had been taken out for the winter, so we had no choice but to make for shore. Time compressed as I struggled to pull us through the water while Erin coughed and vomited. Finally, we dragged ourselves onto the shore, wet and shivering. I felt clumsy and weak from the cold, and my clothes felt like they weighed a hundred pounds, but I wrapped my arm around Erin's waist, and we started stumbling toward the house. By the time we got there, we were both shivering uncontrollably and my hands were numb from the cold. I knew we needed to get warm, but it was like my brain was in a fog and I couldn't get my limbs to move the way they were supposed to. So, I did the first thing that came to mind, and started feeding paper and kindling into the fireplace, while Erin went to the linen closet and grabbed a stack of towels. She stripped off her wet scrubs while I got the fire started, and then she helped me get undressed as well. When I felt a little feeling return to my fingers, I fed a larger log onto the fire and then went and got a large comforter which I wrapped around us as we shivered in front of the fire. Eventually, our shivering subsided as our bodies warmed up, and Erin laid her head back against my chest. "I'm not ready for her to go. I'm not ready to be all alone again." "You're not alone anymore; not unless you want to be. I love you, Erin." I felt her relax back against me. "I love you too, Davis, and I'm sorry." "For what?" "For pulling you into the lake like a dumbass; fuck, that was cold." Chapter 6. Wilma's family insisted on taking their emergency petition to court, over Wilma's continued objections, but once the judge learned that Alison, a trained nurse, was going to be staying with her, their decision was an easy one. And let me tell you, Wilma's mind was still sharp as ever, and she made it clear both to her doctors and, eventually, to her family and the judge, that she wanted to go home. Erin's stepfather was beside himself with anger after they lost the hearing. "Why do you insist on delaying the inevitable like this? Wilma is dying. We know it, she knows it, the doctors know it. You're the only one who won't accept it. She would get better care in a facility with real nurses here in town, rather than relying on a student, a little girl, and whatever time you can give her at home. The next time she has a crisis maybe we won't get so lucky, and it will be on your head." Outwardly, Erin looked as smooth and unbothered as glass as her stepfather screamed at her, but her hand was squeezing mine so hard that I thought she might break a bone. Luckily, before I could say anything to make matters worse, Wilma intervened. "What is it that makes you so damn sure that you know what's best for everyone else? You're right, I'm dying. There is nothing that anyone can do about that. If I happen to fall again and speed the process along, so be it. But don't you dare pretend that you care one iota about my health or happiness, or your stepdaughter's happiness for that matter. The only thing you care about is getting your wife's inheritance faster. Is your business doing so badly that you can't wait until I die? It seemed like she had scored a direct hit, as his face turned solid red as he started to stammer out a response, but she dismissed him before he could even begin. "Now go away and leave us in peace. You will be back here for my funeral soon enough, and no one wants you hovering around, hoping to speed it up." A week later, Wilma was released from the hospital, and we brought her back home. Alison moved in right away, along with Munchkin, and Mary soon followed. On most days, James would come by to pick Mary up for school and then drop her back afterward. Alison stayed with Wilma during the day, and Mary covered most of the evenings. Erin came by to help whenever she could, and I did my best to keep them stocked with supplies. It wasn't perfect, but it worked and, more importantly, it made Wilma happy. She didn't talk much about her cancer, but it was clear that it was getting worse. Mary noticed that she was eating less and resting more and that she had begun to take her pain pills in the morning as well as in the evening before she went to bed. Wilma was still adamant that she wanted to stay in her home, however, and continued to teach Mary all she could about art and life. In early June, I had stopped by to visit Wilma and the girls late in the afternoon and I was still there when James dropped Mary off from school. He escorted her into the house but then stood awkwardly in the entranceway rather than leaving. "Mr. Crawford, could we talk for a minute, if you have the time?" I shook my head in amusement. No matter how many times I told him to just call me Davis, Mr. Crawford, I remained. "Sure, I was just finishing up with Wilma," I replied as I gave Wilma a gentle hug. She felt more like a bird at that point than a person, just skin hanging on fragile bones held together by her indomitable will. James looked worried as we went outside. "This may not be any of my business, but yesterday, when I got home from school, Calum and my dad were on a conference call with some officials from the county and Wilma's son and one of her granddaughters, the lawyer. I didn't mean to eavesdrop or anything, but they were on speaker, and it was loud enough that I could hear them in the kitchen. "They were saying that when Wilma dies, her estate is being divided up equally amongst all of the children and grandchildren, but there is a part of the will that states that the land by the lake can't be sold or developed. From the sounds of it, however, once Wilma is gone, the county is going to seize that land, using eminent domain, to create a public boat launch, since Wilma's dock is the only four-season dock for at least ten miles in either direction. They will fix it up and then sell the rest of the land to the McDougals for development. "So, Wilma's family will get their money when the county forces the sale, and the McDougals will get their land. The only person left who might make a fuss would be Erin, but they figure she will fall in line once she sees the big fat check from the county." Listening to James' story made my blood boil. I hated the kinds of rich pricks who used their money and their purchased politicians to run roughshod over the rest of us. I just wasn't sure if there was anything that we could do to stop them. I thanked James for the heads up and went to speak with Wilma once he left. I expected Wilma to be as filled with rage at her family's treachery as I was, but she seemed remarkably calm about the whole thing. "Thank you for sharing this with me and thank James for his candor. He must have been deeply conflicted between his loyalty to his family, and his desire to do the right thing. Now, as to what we are going to do about this, we are going to do nothing. I don't want you to mention this to Erin or Mary, it will just worry them and make them upset. And you have more important things to do than to rage against a bunch of duplicitous assholes. Leave this one with me. "Now, why don't you go outside, take that shirt off, and start chopping some wood or something equally manly? Erin will be here soon, and you know how she likes to see you when you have worked up a sweat." I didn't know exactly what Wilma had planned, but for the next few days, she spent a lot of time on the phone. Towards the end of June, a very well-dressed older man in a tailored suit was leaving her house just as I was pulling in. It was clear that he had been there before since Munchkin ignored him and came over to give me an enthusiastic greeting instead. The man gave me a friendly smile as he put his briefcase in his top-of-the-line Lexus SUV before walking over to introduce himself. "Brantford Sage," he said holding out his hand. "You must be Mr. Crawford. Wilma has told me a lot about you. With everything she said, I was kind of expecting you to be seven feet tall and wearing a cape." I laughed at the image. "It's nice that she thinks so highly of me, but she gives me too much credit. And please call me Davis." "Well, Davis, and please call me Brantford, I have known Wilma for more years than you have been alive, and I have never heard her talk about anyone the way that she talks about you, except for Phillip, of course. And we all know how she felt about Phillip." I knew that it was none of my business why Mr. Sage was visiting Wilma, but my desire to protect her overrode any hesitation on my part about speaking out. "I am sorry if it's rude of me to ask, Mr. Sage, but what is your business here with Wilma? As you may know, her own family, along with a local family of some prominence, have been waging a campaign to get Wilma to sell this land. You are not here on their behalf, are you?" "I can assure you, Davis, that I am only here as a favor to Wilma. I normally split my time between our offices in Detroit, New York, and London, but when Wilma calls, I make it a priority to answer. I am sorry that I can't say more about my business here, attorney-client privilege, but you can ask her yourself if you would like." "It's all good. Wilma is still sharp as a tack, and even if she has lost a step or two, she is still twice as smart and four times as wise as I will ever be." "Well, I should be going. But sadly, I am sure I will see you again, soon enough." By the end of the summer, it was clear that Wilma's adventures were almost done. When she worked with Mary, she would often fall asleep in the comfortable chair in the corner. She had never had a large appetite, but recently, it had dwindled almost to nothing. Erin was very worried and suggested that it was time to move her Gran into hospice, but Wilma wouldn't hear of it. "This house has been my home for more than 60 years; I am not going to leave it now. It would miss me too much, and I can't have my home pining away over me. There is nothing more depressing than a sad home." Even Munchkin, the dog with boundless energy, became more subdued and often sat a quiet watch over Wilma while she slept. Finally, on the last Sunday of August, I got the call I had been dreading. I could hear Mary's voice on the other end of the line, holding back tears. "Gran says she's too tired and it's time to stop fighting. She told me to call you and Erin, and ask you to come;" I could hear the sobs building in her as she spoke, "to say goodbye." "Is James there with you, Mary?" "I called him. He's on his way." "I will call Erin and then go and pick her up. She won't be in any condition to drive." I figured the odds of there being a speed trap on the highway to Petoskey before 7 AM on a Sunday were slim to none, so I made it to Erin's apartment in record time. She must have been watching for me out of her window, as she threw herself into my arms before I was fully out of the truck. "I am so sorry, Honey," was all I could say, and I just held her in silence until the waves of grief that wracked her body had subsided. "We should get going," I said, not knowing what else to say. Maybe I should have told her that "Everything would be alright," but I suspected that it would be a while before that was true. But that was okay. People grieve in their own time. Erin held my hand tightly as we started the drive to Wilma's. "Why don't you tell me some of your favorite memories with your Gran and Grampy?" Erin remained silent for a few minutes, but once she started talking, the floodgates opened wide. She told me about the first time that her parents dropped her at the airport when she was only seven. How scared she was of these strange older people she didn't know. Phillip had seen her fear, and rather than trying to comfort her; how do you comfort a child whose parents have abandoned them; he had taken her for a long walk down by the lake. She remembered the sound of the wind blowing off the lake, as Phillip told her stories about their past. She remembered the summers she spent with Gran and Grampy as a teen. By that point, she had grown into a beautiful young woman, and her parents wanted to show her off to their important friends in Europe and places further afield. But she had already chosen to spend her time with the people that she loved. She spoke of coming to see them when she was in college. Of the awful year that Phillip got sick, and her grief at his passing. She said that her parents came to Good Hart for the funeral, but it felt like she and Gran were the only people to truly grieve his loss. She fell silent as we pulled into Wilma's laneway. "Go and see your Gran. Let me know what you need, Honey. I am here for you." Despite her grief, Erin looked at me as she took my hand. "What about you? What do you need, Davis? You love her too." "People show their love in different ways. I never really got the chance to give or receive love as a child, at least not in the way that most of us think of it. But being with you has made me realize something important about myself; I take care of the people I love. So, let me take care of you, Mary, and Wilma, one final time." By that point, Mary and Munchkin had come outside. Mary's eyes were red, and you could see the tracks that her tears had left on her cheeks. I got out of the truck and just held her for a minute. Erin came up behind me and enveloped her as well. Munchkin, mourning in his own way, stood watch for us, keeping us safe as we grieved. "Mary, you don't have to be here for the end if it's too hard. You can say goodbye, then take the truck and go and meet James. We can let you know when it's over." She just shook her head. "Where is she?" Mary led us into the living room. The wisp that remained of Wilma was in the comfortable chair by the fire. She had been a very small woman when we met less than a year before, but now she looked almost ethereal. Like the wind could slip right through her collecting her stories as it passed. She beckoned me over with one of her curled hands. "Davis, I am glad that you're here. I know I am a greedy old biddy, but I have three favors to ask, and I don't have a lot of time left to do the asking." "Of course, Wilma. You know I would do anything for you and Erin." She closed her eyes for a moment to collect her thoughts. "The first favor is that I need some time alone with my girls. I am sure James will be here in a minute; he is a good boy, don't hold those assholes in his family against him. He loves our Mary. Go outside, and when he arrives, I want you to go down to the lake and set up the five Adirondack chairs, so they are all together and facing out over the water. Then come back up to me." "Of course, Wilma." I went outside and sat on the front steps, scratching Munchkin's ears as I waited. James pulled up less than ten minutes later and I explained what had happened, and Wilma's request. When we were finished at the lake, we walked back up to the house, with Munchkin following quietly on our heels. We let ourselves in and saw Wilma, Erin, and Mary pulled together in an embrace. I was hesitant to interrupt, but Wilma saw us and called us over. "There's your big, strong men. Girls, could you get some of the outdoor blankets for James to carry down to the lake for us? And Davis, my second favor is for you to carry me down to the lake one last time. Would the rest of you give us a few minutes before you follow?" I picked Wilma up from the chair and wrapped her in my arms. She felt almost weightless, but I saw hints of her mischievous smile as we started walking. "You know, the last time a man carried me like this, the journey ended very differently." I couldn't help but smile, even at the end Wilma was still quick with the teasing and innuendo. "I bet you wish it was that other man carrying you now," I joked in return, but Wilma just rested her head against my chest. "No. No, I don't, Davis. I will see that other man soon enough. I am well content to be here with you. I am so proud of you. You are such a good and faithful man. It is a lot to ask of you, but for my third favor, will you look after my girls when I am gone?" By that point, we had reached the shore, and I set Wilma down in the middle chair of the five. "You don't need to ask, Wilma. Of course, I will look after them. Because you asked it of me, and because I love them just like you do." Wilma smiled and reached out to take my hand while she pressed three small objects into my palm. I looked down and saw that she had removed her engagement and wedding rings and given them to me. They were joined by an almost identical wedding band that must have belonged to Phillip before he passed. "You will know when the time is right for these. I would have liked to have been there to see it, though. Through these rings, maybe Phillip and I can continue to be a small part of your love for each other, even once we're gone." James and the girls had started down the path to the lake and would reach us in a minute. Before they arrived, Wilma gave me a final serious look. "All hell is going to break loose when they read my will after the funeral. Be there for Erin, please. The mistakes I made with my children are all my fault, but Erin will be left to bear that weight for a little while longer once I'm gone. It would mean a lot to a dying woman to know that she won't have to carry that weight alone." "I'll share that weight with her, for as long as she needs. For as long as she will let me." Wilma patted my hand. "That's good. I love you, Davis, but I think it's time." Mary and Erin arrived with James, and they made sure that Wilma was bundled in warm blankets as she looked out over the lake. Mary and Erin sat on either side of her and held her hands, while James and I sat at the ends. Munchkin settled against Wilma's feet, to keep them warm. After a while, Wilma started talking. She told stories about her life with Phillip; how they met, when they first came to this place, building a home, and raising their family. She spoke of their success as artists, and their failures as parents. She spoke of her regrets but also about her deep love for Erin and Mary, and how much she appreciated what they had done for her. She paused for a moment as the wind began to pick up, but we heard her last words before the wind carried the rest away. "You are all artists, and you are all worthy of love." She fell silent, and we sat for a long while listening to the wind off the lake. Epilogue. As always, Wilma was right. The reading of her will did indeed set off a firestorm, but she had made sure that we were ready for it. Do you remember Mr. Sage, that man in the suit who came to visit Wilma not too long before she passed? It turns out that he wasn't just an old friend, he was also a named partner at the largest law firm in the state and one of the most powerful firms in the country. It seems that Phillip didn't just paint portraits for the richest family in the state (you would recognize their name from the hospitals, museums, and other cultural institutions where it is featured prominently), but he also became a close family friend. You would never have known it, though, since Phillip refused to even acknowledge their friendship in public so that he didn't inadvertently trade on their name. Mr. Sage was also a good friend of that family and, over the years, became close with Wilma and Phillip, as well. After James told Wilma his story, she called those old family friends and, for the first time in their long friendship, asked for their help. She would never have done so for her own benefit, but she couldn't bear to think that Phillip's legacy would be lost because of the greed and treachery of his children. Within a day, Mr. Sage was working on a solution to Wilma's problem, and everything was signed and sealed well before Wilma passed on. The day of the reading of the will would have been comic if it hadn't also been so tragic. In the weeks after Wilma's death, her remaining children and grandchildren had gathered to express their deep sadness at her passing. Many black outfits were worn, and many sad faces were made. Not surprisingly, the entire McDougal family also showed up both to the funeral and to the smaller gathering at Wilma's house afterward. James stood with Mary, his arm around her shoulder, both to comfort her and to protect her from his own family, as best he could. The rest of the McDougal clan stood with Wilma's family and made sure to avail themselves of the free wine and hors d'oeuvres. As per her wishes, Wilma was cremated, and her ashes were scattered from the deck behind her house so that the wind could carry them towards the lake. Again, as per her wishes, the will was read immediately thereafter. The first surprise of the day came when Mr. Sage, who everyone thought was there merely to express his condolences at Wilma's passing, informed the family lawyers that the will in their possession had been revoked earlier that year. Both Wilma's family and their lawyers began to protest until the man formally introduced himself as a named partner at Sage, Bentley, and Carstairs, and as the new executor of Wilma's estate. The second surprise was the size and extent of that estate. The property by the lake was considerably larger than anyone had known and included a number of additional houses and cottages that Wilma and Phillip had acquired over the years. Unlike the previous will, however, that had left an equal share of the land to each of Wilma's descendants, the new one protected the entire property, in perpetuity, as part of a land trust that was established for the benefit and use of artists, local residents and even the Fudgies, when summer came to the lower peninsula. As part of the land trust, the dock was to be extended and reinforced and a public boat landing and park were to be built and maintained on the land, again, in perpetuity. Erin and I were named as trustees of the land trust, along with Mr. Sage and Mary, when she came of age. Given Michigan's strict laws around the use of eminent domain for private gain, there was no chance that the McDougals and the county would be able to move forward with their plans to seize the land. The third and final surprise was that Wilma and Phillip had done much better with the sale of their art and with their investments over the years than anyone had thought or expected. In addition to the property that was now in the trust, they had amassed a fortune in the low eight figures. Most of that money was left to manage the land trust, but a not inconsiderable amount was set aside to fund the college education of my brother and sisters and to pay off Erin's considerable student debt from medical school. The will also stipulated that the estate would pay for any costs that Wilma's family had incurred to attend the funeral (with receipts, of course.) Wilma's paintings were left to the public gallery in Grand Rapids and galleries further afield, with a few notable exceptions. Mary was given three paintings of her choice from the collection, that weren't otherwise named in the will. After much thought and consideration, she chose both the first and last works that Wilma had painted, both of which had been hanging in the living room, along with a small study of the house that Wilma kept in her bedroom beside a picture of Phillip and her on their wedding day. Erin was given Phillip's portrait of her as a young woman, and that portrait still hangs above our mantelpiece alongside his portrait of Wilma as a young woman, which she left to me. The only time they left our mantelpiece was when they were featured in a retrospective exhibit of their work at a museum in New York, but the house felt strangely empty when they were gone. Erin's family was furious at the changes in the new will. They threatened to fight it with every resource at their disposal. They tried every dirty trick they could think of, questioning Wilma's mental capacity in the months before her death, fighting the legality of the land trust, and trying to impugn our characters implying that we were gold diggers who wormed our way into Wilma's life to steal the family inheritance. In the end, though, the family's lawyers were no match for Brantford and his firm. When none of their ploys worked, Erin's family and the McDougals turned on each other, and the ensuing lawsuits are still ongoing to this day. I would love to say that that was the end of the McDougals, or that Erin's family came around in the end. Unfortunately, they are still just as terrible as ever. But at least their arrogance and corruption are now far enough away that we can safely ignore them. On a similar note, my mother is still absent from our lives. I don't honestly know if she is even still alive, although I assume that someone would have tried to find her next of kin if she had died. Sometimes, I am charitable and hope that she managed to face her demons and turn what's left of her life around. But most of the time, I am just glad that she is no longer able to hurt the people I love. After things settled down, Alison finished her schooling and became a nurse practitioner, as she had always dreamed of. In her last year of study, while she was doing a clinical practicum at a hospital in Detroit, she met a lovely internist who fell madly in love with her. Luckily for him, his feelings were reciprocated, and they are now married and living in Grand Rapids. They split their holidays between our family and her husband's family in Detroit, and they stay with us for a few weeks each summer. Their son is as thick as thieves with our daughter, and their imagination carries them through endless adventures together. Sharon was successful in her ambition to leave the peninsula and see more of the world. She finished her undergraduate degree in creative writing in Chicago before setting out to see the world, and she is still out there wandering. But she sends us lots of pictures when she gets the chance, and recently, Erin noticed that many of her pictures have the same very attractive woman smiling in the background. I think it was probably a coincidence, but Erin thinks otherwise. I sure hope Erin's right. There is nothing I want more than for my family to find love and happiness. When the spirit moves her to come home to us (with or without her friend), she will be very welcome. Mary spent months grieving her loss, but rather than turning inward, she channeled her emotions into a triptych of paintings that firmly established her as an upcoming talent in the world of art. She lived with us for several years until James proposed, at which point they moved into one of the cottages owned by the trust. Unfortunately, James' family found out that he told Wilma about their plans, and they disowned him. He had a few tough years, but Mary helped him through, and when he turned eighteen, I took him on as an apprentice. He now runs one of my crews. I used to worry that he loved Mary more than she loved him and that the imbalance would lead to heartache. My worries were put to rest when she painted her first portrait. James was her subject, and I have never seen a painting more suffused with love and desire. A few years later, a collector offered her an eye-watering amount of money for it, but she politely declined. As for Lane, well who knows what he will do with his life, but he is carrying a 4.0 GPA, and the world is his oyster. He was sure impressed by the lawyers who rained hellfire down on the McDougals, though, so I suspect that he might be leaning that way in the future. He is also building quite a following as a DJ, combining classics from the 40's and 50's with new beats. He recently started dating a new girl, and she is a real sweetheart. We haven't told her about the day that he met Erin for the first time; yet. But trust me, that time will come. But until it does, Lane is more than happy to keep up with his chores and help out around the house. But what he loves more than anything is to carry his rod out to the end of the dock and fish, while the wind off the lake plays through his hair. And then there is Erin and me. I have to say that things have worked out pretty well for us, in the end. It took less than a year for me to make use of Wilma's last gifts, and Erin and I were married the next summer in the new park down by the dock. Wilma left her house and a few acres of land to Erin, separate from the land trust, and we spent several years fixing it up and expanding it so that my brother and sisters know that there is always a place for them if they need it; for a day, a week, or a lifetime. I am still not the best at taking orders or following instructions; but gentle requests from the woman that I love, sealed with a kiss on my cheek? It turns out that I am more than fine with those. And I am still not always sure what a beautiful doctor sees in a plumber like me. But rather than let my insecurity get the better of me, I have learned to accept my good fortune with a smile. One tradition that we've adopted as our own is that we make time to dance together every Friday night. If we have guests, or family who are home, they know that they will be joining us as well; Wilma's 'no wallflowers' rule is still in full effect. Now that she is old enough, I am teaching our daughter to dance, and her favorite thing in the world is to twirl around the living room in her mommy and daddy's arms. Some nights, when it's just the three of us and our daughter has gone to bed, we let the soft crackle of Wilma's old 45s take us back. We dance together with the lights down low, the music threading through the quiet night like a whisper from the past. And when the music fades, we hold each other close and listen to the voices of those we have loved, as they linger in the wind off the lake. Based on a post by CleverGenericName, in 4 parts, for Literotica.

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Nearly one year under new ownership, the Brantford Bulldogs are the top team in the OHL, they're a huge hit in the community and a new arena is in the works. On this Sportsline Podcast, vice president and GM Spencer Hyman explained what the franchise means to him.

It seems that there is no end to the War in Ukraine as Russia scuppers talk of compromise; a Eurovision song boycott after Israel is not excluded. And Canada’s Santa protests arcausing problems in the town of Brantford). Adam Gilchrist shares details on these stories with Lester Kiewit. Good Morning Cape Town with Lester Kiewit is a podcast of the CapeTalk breakfast show. This programme is your authentic Cape Town wake-up call. Good Morning Cape Town with Lester Kiewit is informative, enlightening and accessible. The team’s ability to spot & share relevant and unusual stories make the programme inclusive and thought-provoking. Don’t miss the popular World View feature at 7:45am daily. Listen out for #LesterInYourLounge which is an outside broadcast – from the home of a listener in a different part of Cape Town - on the first Wednesday of every month. This show introduces you to interesting Capetonians as well as their favourite communities, habits, local personalities and neighbourhood news. Thank you for listening to a podcast from Good Morning Cape Town with Lester Kiewit. Listen live on Primedia+ weekdays between 06:00 and 09:00 (SA Time) to Good Morning CapeTalk with Lester Kiewit broadcast on CapeTalk https://buff.ly/NnFM3Nk For more from the show go to https://buff.ly/xGkqLbT or find all the catch-up podcasts here https://buff.ly/f9Eeb7i Subscribe to the CapeTalk Daily and Weekly Newsletters https://buff.ly/sbvVZD5 Follow us on social media CapeTalk on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@capetalk CapeTalk on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ CapeTalk on X: https://x.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@CapeTalk567See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

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It seems that there is no end to the War in Ukraine as Russia scuppers talk of compromise; a Eurovision song boycott after Israel is not excluded. And Canada’s Santa protests arcausing problems in the town of Brantford). Adam Gilchrist shares details on these stories with Lester Kiewit. Good Morning Cape Town with Lester Kiewit is a podcast of the CapeTalk breakfast show. This programme is your authentic Cape Town wake-up call. Good Morning Cape Town with Lester Kiewit is informative, enlightening and accessible. The team’s ability to spot & share relevant and unusual stories make the programme inclusive and thought-provoking. Don’t miss the popular World View feature at 7:45am daily. Listen out for #LesterInYourLounge which is an outside broadcast – from the home of a listener in a different part of Cape Town - on the first Wednesday of every month. This show introduces you to interesting Capetonians as well as their favourite communities, habits, local personalities and neighbourhood news. Thank you for listening to a podcast from Good Morning Cape Town with Lester Kiewit. Listen live on Primedia+ weekdays between 06:00 and 09:00 (SA Time) to Good Morning CapeTalk with Lester Kiewit broadcast on CapeTalk https://buff.ly/NnFM3Nk For more from the show go to https://buff.ly/xGkqLbT or find all the catch-up podcasts here https://buff.ly/f9Eeb7i Subscribe to the CapeTalk Daily and Weekly Newsletters https://buff.ly/sbvVZD5 Follow us on social media CapeTalk on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on TikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@capetalk CapeTalk on Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/ CapeTalk on X: https://x.com/CapeTalk CapeTalk on YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/@CapeTalk567See omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

A Somali-American says his community is living in fear, after a series of ugly comments by U.S. President Donald Trump -- language he says need to be called out as racism, pure and simple.The ICC's first chief prosecutor says American strikes on alleged Venezuelan drug boats are definitely illegal -- and possibly a war crime. One family's hopes of bringing their adopted daughter from Kenya to Canada to celebrate Christmas with her grandparents are fading -- after two failed attempts to secure a travel visa for her. Pioneering sociologist Kai Erikson spent his life studying and validating the effects of collective trauma -- work, his friend tells us, that drew on his own compassion.We'll talk to the winner of this year's un-prestigious Turnip Prize, which honours the worst and laziest artist in Britain -- if he can be bothered to pick up the phone. Police get multiple complaints about a Brantford, Ontario resident who put up signs denying the existence of Santa Claus during the town's Santa Claus parade -- proving you give some people a grinch, and they'll take a mile. As It Happens, the Wednesday Edition. Radio that guesses he's some kind of rebel without a Claus.

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Welcome to another episode of The Big Year Podcast.  I'm  your host and guide to the world of Big Year birding, Robert Baumander.  It's December 1, 2025 and you're listening to the Season Three Finale. That's right, l have been blathering on now for nearly three years.  When I began this podcast in January of 2023, with my big year birding mentor, Sandy Komito, I had no idea where this would lead. Actually, I'm not sure exactly where this has lead me, other than to accomplishing a desire since childhood to host my own talk show.  Back then I wanted to be the next Johnny Carson.  I could never have imagined that I'd end up a bird nerd talking to other bird nerds about their nerdy birding.  And I could have never done it without the wonderful community of birders I've met over the years.  I waited 51 years to finally find a group of people that I really felt comfortable around.  And that includes my family and work colleagues. There's an old line, often attributed to Groucho Marx, saying he would never join a club who would have someone like him as a member.  I felt that way for most of my life.  But now I am grateful to be a member of this club.  November was another great month of chasing rarities here in southwestern Ontario.  October ended with a Western Cattle Egret, Gray Kingbird and Little Blue Heron.  And just as the calendar turned to November,  a Razorbill showed up near Tommy Thompson Park in Toronto.  I raced to Toronto the next day and joined a very large group of excited birders to see this rare visitor from the east coast. Next up were Cave Swallows.  These birds, who breed in Texas, have a weird migration route that brings them over Lakes Erie and Ontario.  We don't see them every year, but they have been pretty dependable in the fall of late.  I drove to Point Pelee National Park to see them this year and were joined by Jerry and Ellen Horak, who needed them for their ongoing Canada Big Year.  Ellen will be joining me shortly, as her attempt at three consecutive Big Years is the subject of this episode.  A couple of weeks later another dependable fall rarity showed up, a Black-throated Gray Warbler. Easy on the west coast but only one or two show up here in Ontario each year.  This one was in Port Colborne near the shores of Lake Erie.  The next rarity was a Rufous Hummingbird.  Earlier in the month I had driven two hours north of my home in Brantford to see one coming to a back yard feeder, but was a day late and a tank of gas short, as there had been a winter storm the night before and it either left or didn't survive the night.  Lucky for me, another one showed up closer to home, near Hamilton, and the homeowner was gracious enough to grant birders a visitation with their female Rufous Hummingbird.   November ended with a sighting of a Townsend's Warbler.  One had been seen in Norfolk in September and I was able to get a brief look at it, but no photos.  So the chance to see and photograph one was chirping to my ears.  With the help of local Brantford birders Bill and his daughter Sarah, we were able to find it and I got my photos.  The Townsend's Warbler was an Ontario Lifer, number 385.  And I added a Pacific Loon up in Barrie, to round off the month. As I mentioned last month, I had never been much of an Ontario lister each year, and had never seen more than 285 species, that being in 2022. So, though I am by no means doing an Ontario Big Year, I have been chasing quite a bit and with the rarities that have shown up this fall am at 297 in 2025.  So I think it will be a busy December for me, so I can hit at least 300 once in my life here in Ontario. A trip up to Algonquin Park later in the month might just get me there.  I'll let you know next year.   So without any further ado, or even dipity doo, lets get on with the show and get to know one of my favorite Ontario birders, Ellen Horak, sans Jerry.       And that concludes part of one of the 3 year big year adventures of Ellen and Jerry. I met Jerry on January 1, 2021 in their front yard in Glen Morris Ontario.  I had just moved to Brant County and figured the best way to learn my new patch was to do a Brant County Big Year.  I was standing at the edge of their property, watching Evening Grosbeaks at their feeders.  It was a great bird for the county to start my big year.  Jerry came out and we had a nice conversation that morning and as the year went on Sue and I kept running into Ellen and Jerry any time we were chasing Brant County rarities.  Over the years we have become good friends, along with a number of other local birders.  I don't have many friends, and am not much into socializing, but hanging out with birders is as close to therapy and friendship as one can get.  This podcast helps too.  And for that I am thankful.   I hope everyone has a great winter of birding, especially the winter listers.  I'll be back in 2026 with Ellen and perhaps Jerry to look back on their Canada Big Year.  But the  first episode of season 4 will be a sequel of sorts, to my talk with Andrew Keaveny, and his 2012 Ontario Big Year.  He was in competition with another young birder, Josh Vandermeulan.  You've heard from Andrew but next season you'll get to hear ”The Rest of the Story.”  

Anthony SanFilippo and Russ Joy are LIVE from Chickie's & Pete's at Parx Casino! The guys discuss Rick Tocchet's lineup shuffling, development vs. pushing for a playoff spot, and Jett Luchanko's trade to Brantford.

It's been a week of surprises in the OHL, starting with the biggest of them all -- the Guelph Storm will host the 2027 Memorial Cup. And they've already traded away a key asset to start building for next year, but how many expected Jett Luchanko to land with the Brantford Bulldogs? We're only a third of the way into this season and 19 teams might be waving a white flag in Brantford's direction. Dan and Farwell take a deep dive into all of it, but don't worry, they won't forget your favourite team. The weekly Wraparound is here, plus your Prospects of the Week. And congratulations to recent OHL Podcast guest Mathieu Turcotte for landing the head coaching job in Sarnia! We had a good feeling after interviewing him. ;) The OHL Podcast is supported by Draft Kings Sportsbook and produced in partnership with Rakuten. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

In this week's episode, Reece Doumani and Colin Ward go over a variety of topics from Week 10 of the 2025-26 Ontario Hockey League season.Segments:Intro: 0:00Jett Luchanko trade to Brantford: 03:51OHL Headlines: 15:55Sarnia's new Head Coach: 24:43Guelph Storm Mem Cup Hosts: 31:08Players of the Week: 40:16Dragusica Suspension Decision: 46:29OHL Live Draft Returns in 2026: 50:37Updated Power Rankings: 1:02:18Promotion with Buttendz #1 hockey grips to get 10% off your order as part of the network: buttendz.com/discount/ArmchairGM== Follow along with our OHL Content ==https://x.com/ArmchairGMPodhttps://x.com/@OHLin60Podcast== FOLLOW THE NETWORK ==X: https://twitter.com/ArmchairGMPodTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@UCJUaG5QNg1jwQ5a_32rZs1QFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/ArmchairGMsNetworkInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/armchairgmsportsWebsite: https://www.armchairgmsports.com/Threads: https://www.threads.net/@UCJUaG5QNg1jwQ5a_32rZs1Q== ALSO AVAILABLE TO LISTEN TO ON ==Spreaker: https://www.spreaker.com/thearmchairgms​Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-armchair-gms-sports-network/id1462505333Spotify: http://bit.ly/ArmchairGM​== FOLLOW THE HOSTS ON TWITTER ==Reece: https://x.com/reecedoumaniColin: https://x.com/Colinward_OProducer Brandon: https://x.com/BCaputo_AGM

BE SURE TO CHECK OUT OUR NEW STUDIO SETUP ON YOUTUBE!  Joining us for this conversation on addiction is our friends from Agape Recovery, a new Christ-centered recovery program launching January 2026 here in Southern Ontario. Jake and Carling share bit about the organization and the Agape framework. We address the spiritual foundations of addiction and what it means to be in recovery and experience healing. We hope this episode both convicts you to see what might be taking the place of God in your heart while also encouraging you in the hope of the Holy Spirit's transforming work. If you are struggling with substance abuse, we urge you to reach out to Agape. They are willing and able to help. Find more about Agape Recovery by going to https://agaperecovery.ca/ If you're in Southern Ontario be sure to check out their upcoming information evenings to learn more: November 27th: Living Light Canadian Reformed Church – Grimsby                                        December 4th: Orangeville CanRC - Orangeville                                                                          December 11th: Zion United Reformed Church – Sheffield This is the first episode in our BRAND NEW STUDIO! A big thanks to Bert Vis Flooring, Wolfe Creek Contracting and Reformed Book Services amongst many others for making this a reality. We are so excited to continue to bring you real and meaningful content from our new home here in Brantford, ON. A BIG THANKS TO OUR OFFICIAL SPONSOR, TRIVAN! WE APPRECIATE YOU HELPING US MAKE THIS CONVERSATION POSSIBLE. BE SURE TO CHECK THEM OUT AT WWW.TRIVAN.COM To keep up with the podcast, check out our website: https://www.realtalkpodcast.ca/ Follow us on Facebook and Instagram for updates, clips, and more! Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ReformedRealTalk Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/reformedrealtalk/ We'd love to hear from you. Please send us your questions, comments, or other feedback at realtalk@reformedperspective.ca. Thanks for listening! If you liked what you heard, please share this podcast with your family and friends!

If last weekend's crowds were any indication, some people like free candy (or baseball) more than junior hockey. But there's an easy fix for this. The OHL's trade winds seem to be blowing early, and they're blowing strong in Brantford. Which begs the question, how good is this Bulldogs team? Is it historically good?? Farwell and Dan also have a look at every team in the league, and the picture isn't rosy in every market as we reach the quarter-pole. Plus, he played in the WHL before jumping to the NCAA. Now, he's back in the WHL again. Who's next? The OHL Podcast is supported by Draft Kings Sportsbook and produced in partnership with Rakuten. Hosted by Simplecast, an AdsWizz company. See pcm.adswizz.com for information about our collection and use of personal data for advertising.

Reed Duthie, Brantford Bulldogs' director of broadcasting and communications, was the guest on this Sportsline Podcast. Duthie gave his prospects for the new season, spoke about head coach Jay McKee and detailed why the Bulldogs program is now one of the best in the country.

In this episode, Brandon Caputo chats with media correspondents early on this 2025-26 OHL season from two teams who are early favourites to potentially meet in the OHL Championship in a rematch from the 2021-22 season between the Eastern Conference's Brantford Bulldogs and the Western Conference's Windsor Spitfires. Players of note, expectations, roster updates and more regarding these two organizations with very high championship expectations in the Ontario Hockey League.The three guests on this episode include Manny Paiva: Radio Broadcaster on AM 800 CKLW for the Windsor Spitfires and Colin Ward: Reporter and Co-Host of The Dawgcast on The Bulldogs Audio Network for the Brantford Bulldogs.Interview Segments:Intro: 0:00Manny Paiva (Windsor Spitfires): 01:01Colin Ward (Brantford Bulldogs): 30:48Promotion with Buttendz #1 hockey grips to get 10% off your order as part of the network: buttendz.com/discount/ArmchairGM== Follow along with our OHL Content ==https://x.com/ArmchairGMPodhttps://x.com/@OHLin60Podcast== FOLLOW THE NETWORK ==X: https://twitter.com/ArmchairGMPodTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@UCJUaG5QNg1jwQ5a_32rZs1QFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/ArmchairGMsNetworkInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/armchairgmsportsWebsite: https://www.armchairgmsports.com/Threads: https://www.threads.net/@UCJUaG5QNg1jwQ5a_32rZs1Q== ALSO AVAILABLE TO LISTEN TO ON ==Spreaker: https://www.spreaker.com/thearmchairgms​Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-armchair-gms-sports-network/id1462505333Spotify: http://bit.ly/ArmchairGM​== FOLLOW THE HOSTS ON TWITTER ==Brandon: https://x.com/BCaputo_AGM

We interview Sarah Larbi, where she discusses her real estate investment journey: Sarah began with a "boring" buy and hold strategy, purchasing a small $129,000 house in Brantford with 20% down while working two jobs to save money. She progressed from basic buy-and-hold to BRRRR (Buy, Renovate, Rent, Refinance, Repeat), then expanded into short-term rentals with cottages in 2018, and eventually developed a resort in 2022. The importance of tenant screening after bad experiences, finding the right mortgage broker who understands investing, and evolving strategies with market changes - including mid-term rentals that generate 1.5-2.5x the income of long-term rentals. Get in touch with Sarah Larbi LIVE PODCAST TICKETS Exchange-Traded Funds (ETFs) | BMO Global Asset Management Buy & sell real estate with Ai at Valery.ca Get a mortgage pre-approval with Owl Mortgage LISTEN AD FREE free 1 week trial for Realist PremiumSee omnystudio.com/listener for privacy information.

This episode we have some game recommendations for a fan looking for games like Unmatched from Restoration Games. We also announce a new local partnership, geek out about a trip to the new Asmodee Canada office in Brantford, and share what we've been playing. We wrap up with three reviews: Marvel Dice Throne X-Men, Dawn, and Curses & Covens. Tabletop Bellhop Gaming Podcast Episode 281, was recorded on September 11th, 2025. We normally record Wednesdays at 8 PM Eastern at https://www.twitch.tv/tabletopbellhop Find full, detailed show notes at https://tabletopbellhop.com/podcast/ep281/ Disclosure: Links may be affiliate links. As an Amazon Associate, we earn from qualifying purchases. Games mentioned may be review copies provided by publishers. (00:00:00) Checking In (00:02:39) Ask the Bellhop (00:15:50) The Bellhop's Tabletop (00:28:54) The Game Room - Marvel Dice Throne X-Men Pick up these new X-Men sets on Amazon: 4 Hero Box Featuring Cyclops, Jean Grey, Gambit & Rogue https://amzn.to/4pomA5p 4 Hero Box Featuring Wolverine, Iceman, Psylocke & Storm https://amzn.to/4goDtbX You can also grab them direct from The Op where you can use our code BELLHOP to save 10% (one use per person): https://tidd.ly/4mirTAv Check out our previous Marvel Dice Throne Reviews: On the blog: https://tabletopbellhop.com/game-reviews/marvel-dice-throne/ On YouTube: https://youtu.be/n3gG4oIDlLk (00:44:04) The Game Room - Dawn You can pick up Dawn at Noble Knight https://www.nobleknight.com/P/2148136054/Dawn?awid=1091 Check out the Green Meadow Games Website https://greenmeadowgames.com/ Check out our review of Psychobabble another great social deduction game: On the Blog: https://tabletopbellhop.com/game-reviews/psychobabble/ On YouTube: https://youtu.be/ss-rNAyZbyg (01:00:44) The Game Room - Curses & Covens Pick up Curses & Covens on Amazon: https://amzn.to/4n4PiGT Check out other games from Good Games Publishing: https://amzn.to/46Eo3gn We've reviewed many of Good Games Publishings Games, check it out: https://tabletopbellhop.com/search/?q=%22good%20games%20publishing%22 Find the latest news on the Good Games Publishing website: https://www.goodgamespublishing.com/ (01:14:45) Closing the Doors TIP THE BELLHOP: Get bonus content by becoming a Patron: https://www.patreon.com/tabletopbellhop Shop Tabletop Bellhop merch https://tabletopbellhop.com/merch Buy us a coffee https://ko-fi.com/tabletopbellhop FIND US: Webpage: https://tabletopbellhop.com Discord: https://discord.tabletopbellhop.com Blue Sky: https://bsky.app/profile/tabletopbellhop.com Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/tabletopbellhop/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tabletopbellhop/ YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/tabletopbellhop Twitch: https://twitch.tv/tabletopbellhop

Spencer Hyman and Joshua Marshall discuss all things Bulldogs, OHL, Grow of Junior Hockey and the Hyman Charity Celebrity Classic

Happy Canada Jay Day.  It's July 1, 2025 and for most people it's a holiday and a chance to  barbecue, picnic, get away from the house and watch or set off fireworks after dark.  For birders,(those poor souls that have to work for a living during the week), it's a day to celebrate birds and go birding with friends, family, or just get away on your own and and listen to the summer breeding birds in a quiet forest, park or glen.  As I write this, I'm sitting on a quiet bench in Long Point, Ontario at the Long Point Bird Banding Demonstration Station at what they call the Old Cut.          Since last we visited, a lot has gone on in the birding world here in Southwestern Ontario.  I still have yet to see a Wilson's Warbler, but hopefully fall migration will bring one my way.  Aside from that, the last month has been good to me.  I saw a Laughing Gull in Toronto and Sue and I found, and listened to an Acadian Flycatcher in the oddly named Skunk's Misery.  The other amazing happening, has been an eruption of American White Pelicans that have refused to fly north and west to their breeding grounds.  They've been spotted all over southwestern Ontario.  The big news for the local birders, was that 9 of those pelicans are visiting us where I live in Brantford.  They first appeared on the Grand River at Waterworks Park, only minutes from home. And happily, this batch of, perhaps bachelor pelicans, has stuck around and may, verily, spend the summer with us on The Grand.      I only added 11 birds to my year list in June, many of those I should have seen during migration.  But not that sinker, the Willson's Warbler.  Look, I can understand missing a Worm Eating Warbler,(and yes,I confess I missed that one too), but for Audubon's sake, really, one of the easiest spring warblers, the bright yellow bird with the black yarmulka, described by American ornithologist Alexander Wilson in 1811!  And it's a bird that seems to have little fear of peoples as it hunts bugs and such in the outsides of branches, like dogwoods, in the spring.  So yeah, am I bitter?  Heck yeah!       Okay, take a deep breath. Center yourself.  Breath. It's just one bird.  Not like I missed a Brown Pelican.  Oh yeah, a Brown Pelican showed up in the Niagara region this past Monday. I raced to Niagara-on-the Lake, searched the buoy it had been on, but the heat haze made it impossible to be sure I was looking at it, maybe it was there, maybe it wasn't. By the time I was able to see the  buoy clearly in the afternoon, it was long gone.  But missed opportunities lead to future celebrations when you finally do see the bird you've been searching for all year.  Your patience,(and mine),may one day be rewarded.      Now on to the show.  My guests are a birding couple from Maine, Ingrid and Ethan Whitaker.  Ethan set the record,(since broken), for a Maine Big Year on his own and then Ingrid got into the Big Year spirit so they could see the country, maybe see 600 species of birds, and, for some reason, a giant ball of twine.  They weren't chasing any records, but were more successful than they ever imagined when they set out on their Lower 48 Big Year.  Please enjoy as Ethan and Ingrid Whitaker tell the rest of the story.      Next month, we'll be venturing back in time to the year 2012 and returning to Ontario.  At the beginning of that year I was a 51 yr old, less than novice birder and had started an ABA Big Year on a wing and a prayer.  My guest, however, not even half my age at the time, was an experienced and knowledgeable birder and was setting out on his Ontario Big Year.  It ended up being a battle worth of Kenn Kauffman and Floyd Murdoch back in 1973.  Suffice it to say, my guest, Andrew Keaveny, played the part of Kenn Kauffman.  During the course of 2012 I got to know Andrew very well, and often I was able to follow up on his finds and get birds I may not have seen otherwise.  We have become good birding friends over the years and it will be nice to finally hear his story.      Once again, I wish I could thank everyone personally for listening.  You could do me a big favour by following, subscribing, liking and commenting, wherever it is you listen to my voice over the ethereal land of podcasts.  Also, please tell all your birding friends and family to come have a listen.  Won't you?  

Send me a DM here (it doesn't let me respond), OR email me: imagineabetterworld2020@gmail.comToday I'm honored to have back on the show for a second time: United Church Minister turned whistleblower, Canadian Hero, father of two, published writer and author, public speaker and podcaster, documentary filmmaker, Nobel Peace Prize nominee, co-founder of the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State, righteous soul, and Eagle Strong Voice: Kevin AnnettIn case you missed Kevin's first episode or if you are new here, here is a recap of Kevin's testimony: Kevin, a former United Church minister turned fearless whistleblower, stands as a Canadian hero in the relentless pursuit of truth and justice. For decades, he's exposed the horrific genocide of Indigenous children in church-run Indian Residential Schools, uncovering a dark campaign of abuse, murder, and cultural annihilation with a staggering 50% death rate. At great personal cost - his career, family, and reputation - Kevin sparked a global movement, becoming a beacon for survivors and a thorn in the side of the powerful.In the 1990s, his discoveries in Port Alberni, British Columbia, shattered his world and ignited his mission. He convened the first independent Tribunal into residential school crimes in 1998, founded The Truth Commission into Genocide in Canada in 2000, authored ‘Hidden from History: The Canadian Holocaust in 2001', and released the award-winning documentary ‘Unrepentant' in 2007. His work forced Canada's 2008 apology, though his name was erased from the narrative.Undaunted, Kevin co-founded the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State (ITCCS) in 2010, uniting survivors across 26 countries. His efforts led to the 2011 excavation of children's bones in Brantford, Ontario, and the 2012 prosecution of Pope Benedict, contributing to the pontiff's historic resignation. Despite blacklisting, smear campaigns, and state persecution - including a fraudulent 2021 COVID order targeting him - Kevin persists. He's authored over a dozen books, founded the Republic of Kanata in 2015, and earned two Nobel Peace Prize nominations. Today, Kevin's unyielding voice inspires millions to confront genocide, child trafficking, and oppression, proving one person's courage can change the world.Today, Kevin returns to continue his riveting saga as a relentless whistleblower and advocate. We'll dive into fresh evidence of these heinous crimes, explore how to prosecute and halt them through independent jurisdictions, and discuss the transformative potential of common law courts, sovereign Republics, and personal sovereignty. Kevin will share more of his harrowing experiences, offer insights from his Whistleblower's Manual, and inspire with his unwavering resolve. CONNECT WITH KEVIN:Email: angelfire101@protonmail.comPhone: 289-680-8724Websites:-Republic of Kanata: https://republicofkanata.org/-Radio Free Kanata: https://bbsradio.com/radiofreekanata-'Murder by Decree' & other books published by Kevin: https://murderbydecree.com/#books-'Unrepentant' Documentary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Czej73SfYJcCONNECT WITH THE IMAGINATION:EMAIL: imagineabetterworld2020@gmail.comBUY ME A COFFEE: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/theimaginationAll links: https://direct.me/theimaginationpodcastRIFE TECHNOLOGIES:https://realrifetechnology.com/15% Code: Support the show

In September 1989, 19-year-old Valerie Stevens kissed her daughter goodnight and left their Toronto apartment for a night out. She never made it to the nightclub—and never came home. Three years later, Valerie's remains were discovered in a wooded area near Brantford, Ontario. Her death was ruled a homicide, but the case remains unsolved to this day. In this episode, we speak with Valerie's daughter, Robyn Stevens, who was just 16 months old when her mother vanished. Now a mother herself, Robyn shares her personal journey—from the shocking revelation as a preteen that she had been adopted, to her ongoing efforts to uncover what really happened to her birth mother. With candor and resilience, Robyn reflects on identity, loss, and the enduring hope for justice. Subscribe to the show: ⁠https://www.nighttimepodcast.com/subscribe⁠ Musical Theme:Noir Toyko by Monty Datta Contact: Website: ⁠https://www.nighttimepodcast.com⁠ Facebook: ⁠https://www.facebook.com/NightTimePod⁠ Instagram: ⁠https://www.instagram.com/nighttimepod⁠ Support the show: ⁠https://www.patreon.com/nighttimepodcast⁠ Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

Send me a DM here (it doesn't let me respond), OR email me: imagineabetterworld2020@gmail.comToday I'm honored to introduce you all to: United Church Minister turned whistleblower, Canadian Hero, father of two, published writer and author, public speaker and podcaster, documentary filmmaker, Nobel Peace Prize nominee, co-founder of the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State, righteous soul, and Eagle Strong Voice: Kevin AnnettA United Church minister turned relentless whistleblower, Kevin stands as a towering figure in the fight for truth and justice. For decades, this Canadian hero we get to hear from today has fearlessly exposed the dark underbelly of his nation's history - the systematic genocide of Indigenous children in church-run Indian Residential Schools. At immense personal cost, Kevin has become a beacon of hope for survivors, a thorn in the side of the powerful, and a catalyst for global awakening.Born with a fierce sense of justice, Kevin's journey began in the 1990s when, as a minister in Port Alberni, British Columbia, he uncovered harrowing accounts of abuse, murder, and cultural annihilation inflicted upon Indigenous children. What he discovered shattered his world: a deliberate campaign by church and state to erase a people, with a staggering 50% death rate in the schools - a truth later confirmed by the Globe and Mail in 2007. Unwilling to stay silent, Kevin embarked on a mission that would cost him his career, his family, and his reputation, but would also ignite a movement that could not be extinguished.In 1998, Kevin convened the first independent Tribunal into residential school crimes in Vancouver, a groundbreaking effort that recommended genocide charges against Canada and its churches to the United Nations. He founded The Truth Commission into Genocide in Canada in 2000, authored the seminal book ‘Hidden from History: The Canadian Holocaust' in 2001, and released the award-winning documentary ‘Unrepentant' in 2007, which shocked the world with its raw testimonies and undeniable evidence. His work forced an official apology from the Canadian government in 2008, though the establishment quickly erased his name from the narrative.Undeterred, Kevin went global. In 2010, he co-founded the International Tribunal into Crimes of Church and State (ITCCS), uniting survivors across 26 countries to hold the Vatican, the British Crown, and Canadian leaders accountable for crimes against humanity. His efforts led to the 2011 excavation of children's bones at a mass grave in Brantford, Ontario, and the historic 2012 prosecution of Pope Benedict and others by the International Common Law Court of Justice. Kevin's courage even sparked the resignation of Pope Benedict - a testament to the power of his unrelenting pursuit of justice.CONNECT WITH KEVIN: Email: angelfire101@protonmail.comPhone: 289-680-8724 Websites: -Republic of Kanata: https://republicofkanata.org/-Radio Free Kanata: https://bbsradio.com/radiofreekanata-'Murder by Decree' & other books published by Kevin: https://murderbydecree.com/#books -'Unrepentant' Documentary: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Czej73SfYJcCONNECT WITH THE IMAGINATION:EMAIL: imagineabetterworld2020@gmail.comBUY ME A COFFEE: https://www.buymeacoffee.com/theimaginationAll links: https://direct.me/theimaginationpodcastRIFE TECHNOLOGIES: https://realrifetechnSupport the show

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Many thanks to SRAA contributor, Dan Greenall, who shares the following recording and notes:Broadcaster: Radio Botswana 1983Frequency: 4.845 MHzRX location: Brantford, Ontario, CanadaReceiver and antenna: Panasonic RF-3100 and longwire antennaNotes: Radio Botswana used to be famous for their "barnyard" interval signal. While my recording, from 1983, only captures a few seconds of the cowbells, it does include their full national anthem and sign on announcements in Setswana (presumed) and English.

Bryan Rumble is a 2nd degree belt and a working scientist.  In this episode we start out by talking about BJJ traditions, the depth of the art, and how the scientific method might be applied in jiu-jitsu.  Then, at about the 23 minute mark, Bryan and I nerd out SUPER hard on Dungeons and Dragons and how it relates to martial arts training.  You've been warned! Check out Bryan's school in Brantford, Ontario at the links below https://www.facebook.com/p/The-Rumble-Academy-100057419059340/ https://www.instagram.com/bryanrumble And check out the memoir of my toughest solo trip ever, a 42 day solo expedition into the remote Canadian North where I dodged forest fires, stared down bears, and canoed raging rapids completely alone.  Check out "Perseverance, Life and Death in the Subarctic" in hardcover, Kindle, and audiobook formats on Amazon or wherever you get your books! https://www.amazon.com/Perseverance-Death-Subarctic-Stephan-Kesting/dp/1639368612/ Good luck with your training! Stephan

Strange days in Brantford where new ownership makes a bold move and one that risks the goodwill that's been built with the city since the Bulldogs' return. Farwell and Dan dive into Matt Turek's departure and why it's raising some red flags. Plus, the OHL now stands alone when it comes to the playoff format and the league would do well to follow the lead of the WHL and QMJHL. And who's ready for an extra overager? Teams might be able to start adding one, in certain circumstances. On the ice, after a couple of Game 7's to close out Round 2, London and Oshawa appear to be headed back to the championship for a rematch of their one-sided meeting a year ago. But don't write the obituaries for Kitchener and Barrie just yet. Don't forget to answer the roll call from your market and let us know what you think by sending an email to ohlpodcast@rogers.com. The OHL Podcast is supported by Draft Kings Sportsbook.

In this episode of The Urban Lives of Property, Markus Kip and Hanna Hilbrandt speak with Heather Dorries, about the intersections of settler colonialism and racial capitalism in urban property regimes. Drawing on Dorries' recent publications and her wider expertise on property, Indigeneity, and urbanism the episode centers the ways in which planning practices contribute to Indigenous dispossession while also serving as a site of resistance and assertions of sovereignty. We foreground three themes: First, the conversation addresses planning's complicity in processes of dispossession, examining how legal frameworks and land sales have historically undermined Indigenous political authority. This discussion delves into Dorries research on Brantford on how nuisance bylaws work as mechanisms that uphold white privilege. Second and more conceptually, we discuss tensions between and productive conversations emerging from combining the analytical lenses of settler colonialism and the lens of racial capitalism. Finally, Dorries reflects on Indigenous conceptions of property and alternative terminologies that better capture Indigenous relationships to land, emphasizing co-dependence and collective stewardship.

The CWB Association brings you a weekly podcast that connects to welding professionals around the world and unrepresented communities as we continue to strive for a more diverse workforce. Join us as we celebrate National Volunteer Month to showcase the incredible contributions of our Chapter Executives from across Canada and globally.When Jim Galloway walked into his high school welding shop in Brantford, Ontario, in the 1970s, he couldn't have predicted how far the spark would take him. His journey through the welding industry spans four decades, crossing paths with nuclear power plant construction, cutting-edge research, manufacturing management, and education—creating a roadmap for what's possible in a welding career. What truly sets Jim's story apart is his commitment to community and knowledge sharing by choosing to teach at Conestoga College. He helping develop their renowned Welding Engineering Technology program while maintaining deep involvement with professional associations. Find your Local CWBA Chapter Here: https://www.cwbgroup.org/advocacy/membership Thank you to our Podcast Advertisers:Canada Welding Supply: https://canadaweldingsupply.ca/Canaweld: https://canaweld.com/Josef Gases: https://josefgases.com/There is no better time to be a member! The CWB Association membership is new, improved, and focused on you. We offer a FREE membership with a full suite of benefits to build your career, stay informed, and support the Canadian welding industry.  https://www.cwbgroup.org/association/become-a-memberWhat did you think about this episode? Send a text message to the show!

We can continue the debate about whether this was the best OHL second round in a decade, but we can do it after we enjoy two Game 7's. That's right, half of the OHL's second round series' are going the distance and, in the case of Windsor-Kitchener, one team is trying to come back from 0-3 down. It's going to be a great day for the league and its fans. London, which still hasn't dropped a game in these playoffs, awaits the West winner while the Oshawa Generals will watch Barrie and Kingston to see where they play next (Oshawa, the 4-seed, will start the East Final on the road). Speaking of Oshawa, the Gens came into this season on a mission. After being swept out of last year's OHL Final by London, the Gens' plan was to finish what they started in 2024. Are they on a collision course with the Knights again? Jack Moore, the voice of the Oshawa Generals, joins us to break down the season and the playoffs so far. He'll also tell Farwell how he got it so wrong after Farwell picked Oshawa to lose in both the first AND second rounds this year. We've got more news from around the league, too, as there's talk of increasing the number of Imports, an Eastern Conference team gets a 15-year extension on its arena lease (but that arena needs some TLC), and OHL fans got robbed of one of the league's most dynamic players to end the playoffs (and, as a result, Brantford's season may have ended prematurely). Plus, when in Windsor, while there are many places to find a great pizza, only one place serves the best. I dare you to argue with me (ohlpodcast@rogers.com). The OHL Podcast is supported by Draft Kings Sportsbook.

    How often do you get to hear from someone who's 102 years old, sharp as a tack, and still living life with passion and purpose? In this episode of Growing Older with Gusto, host Gail Zugerman sits down with Dr. Robert Farber, a retired neonatologist pediatrician from Toronto, Canada. Dr. Farber shares his secrets to a long, fulfilling life—filled with family, friendships, and a love for sports (and yes, he still plays a mean game of Bridge!). He reflects on decades of medical practice, the joys of watching his grandchildren thrive, and his thoughts on the ever-changing world. Tune in for a heartwarming and inspiring conversation with Dr. Farber—proof that growing older with gusto is all about living with love, laughter, and resilience! — Watch the episode here     Listen to the podcast here     Thriving At 102: Dr. Robert Farber's Secrets To A Fulfilling Life How To Grow Older With Gusto I'm so excited because we have a very special guest on the show coming to us from Toronto, Canada. His name is Dr. Robert Farber. It's a pleasure to welcome you to the show. He has so many things to talk about. Most importantly, as most of you readers know, we love to talk to people who are growing older in a positive productive way. Dr. Farber is an incredible example of somebody who was now 102 and sharp as a tack and interesting. I'm going to stop talking because we got to talk to talk to Dr. Farber about all his secrets on how he got to where he is. Welcome to the show, Dr. Farber. How are you doing? How are things in Toronto? A little cool but bright. We're terribly worried about Trump. That could be a whole another episode. Tell me a little bit about what you like to do when you were growing up. What was like some of your favorite activities. I'm a very big sports fan. I'm still a big sports fan now. I loved fishing. My elder son and I went all over Canada in Northwest Territory and caught some big fish. What kind of fish? Is it Pike or salmon? What were you catching?         We're catching mostly Pickerel. You call them Walleye. Big eye. What's the biggest fish you've ever caught? I got a recording from the Minister of Fisheries in Manitoba. It was a 48 inches Pike. It's an action release. You caught it and then you let it go. One of the reasons that you were recommended to me to be on the show is, we love talking to people like you who are navigating through life in a way that is inspirational. I wanted to ask you, what would you tell someone who's at midline about what they should be doing and enabling them to grow older without being afraid of being older? Is any advice you would give to them? What will I advise them? What did you do to reach your state? Sit back and relax. You can't do anything about faith. What did you do to stay vital throughout your life? You said you like sports. Were you actively involved in a particular sport? I'm 6 foot one and a half, so I played a little bit of college of basketball. I grew up in a small town in Canada in Brantford, Ontario. I could skate beautifully. As a matter of fact, one of my closest friends Sam Kennedy eventually became a Detroit Red Wings Star. This is hockey. You played hockey? I could play hockey. Did you any other physical activities at midlife that you enjoyed? Physical activity? Making love to my wife. You don't need anything to maintain a friendship. It just exists. How long are you married? 65 years. Dr. Farber's Career As A Pediatrician Congratulations. That's quite a milestone. I know you're a physician. What medicine did you practice? I was a pediatrician. A child's specialist. Did you specialize in sleeping disorders with kids or anything special? Yes, neonatal work, newborns. Worked with sick kids a little over for 35-40 years. What is giving you the greatest strengths as you've moved through your life aside from being a doctor? My family. Family As His Greatest Strength And Joy Tell me a little bit about your family. I have three children, two boys and a girl. I have four granddaughters. They are married to four beautiful people. I have six great grandchildren. The oldest is now in the University. I can't get over how I cherish them so much. Do they live nearby? They all live in Toronto except my eldest son who is a lawyer in New York. He practices theater law. That's how I was giving your name through your son. He thought you would enjoy being on the show. Let's chat a little bit about friendships. I know family is important, but I've been told and other people I've talked to, as you grow older it's important to maintain relationships with other people and to be in touch with other people. How do you feel about that? Would you agree?        We had two other couples that we were extremely close to. Unfortunately, 3 of the 4 have passed away and there's only one living. I speak to her about every couple week and we say hello. She always invites me over for a false steak's supper. What does that mean? She lurs you over with the promise of a steak supper then she gives you chicken? She says that, “I'm going to make you a steak supper.” That's nice. Any tips for people as they grow older on how to maintain friendships? You don't need anything to maintain a friendship. It just exist. My best friend was named Billy Clairfield. His wife was very beautiful and very good friends with my wife. There is a Dr. Buckman, who was a dentist. He ruined all my teeth, but we were great friends. We had other friends but not as close as this. My wife spokes to her friends almost every day. That is nice. That is special. What would you say is giving you the greatest pleasure that you still derived pleasure from? Anything that you can think of? My grandchildren. I adore them. I worry about them a lot but they are all doing well. I'm sure you're a good role model. Do you have any favorite sayings or philosophy on living a good life? Not really. Enjoy every day. Let me ask you this, if you were given a pill and you woke up, you were 30 years younger than you are. What would you do differently? I would certainly go fishing. My son is going up to Alaska and I would certainly be going with him. Thinking back during your lifetime, what have been the greatest changes in society in your life time? Electronics by all means. Financially, I'm stable, but I worry a little bit about my health, but what the heck? I'm 102. How do you feel about those changes? They're good. Excellent. When my kids go away on vacation, I can Skype them every day. I can't believe that. It is pretty nice. Isn't it? Excellent. What is been most inspirational to you throughout your life? My work. I enjoyed every single day. How did you decide to go into that specialty? I had a problem with my eyes. Originally, I wanted to be an obstetrician and gynecologist but my eyes wouldn't allow me. I did an internship at Sick Kids Hospital and I fell in love with it. His “Secret Sauce” To A Joyful Life That's nice story. What can you tell our readers, I would call this your secret sauce to living a joyful and juicy life like you've had? What's your secret to being 102, thriving, and having a good life? Being financially stable and having the greatest kids and grandchildren in all my life that anyone could have and loving sports. What do you do now? What do you do to keep yourself busy since you retired? I play bridge. I play well. I watch sports. I watch every leaf game and every baseball game. I fight with my caregiver. What do you fight about? She seems very nice. She says I don't listen to her enough. I said I listen to her too much. She's a very nice person.         Is there anything else you want to talk about with me? Is there any questions that I haven't been asking you? No. I'm giving you the essence of my life. My wife is unbelievable. My family, I couldn't have asked for anything better. Financially, I'm stable and I worry a little bit about my health but what the hell, I'm 102. You seem pretty good to me. How are things in Toronto? You said you had a few concerns about the new administration. Do you want to talk about that at all? He's made a mistake. We talked about friends before. Canada was a good friend of the United States. A very good friend and he's destroyed that forever. The people in Toronto that you talk to agree with you about this situation. We never join in it. We love you and that people in the states. We love United States, but we never become a 40-50 first state. Never. I love it. You got great spirit. Dr. Farber, I'm out of questions. I want to thank you so much for talking to me. It's been my pleasure to have on the show. You've been a great guest. For all you readers, please share this episode with all your friends and family. This is a treat. How often do we get to speak with somebody who's 102, thriving and vital? It's been wonderful. How about saying, next year, same time, same place? I do. Next year, same place, same time. You're on. You got it. Thank you so much. Thank you for having me. Sure. Bye-bye.

    How often do you get to hear from someone who's 102 years old, sharp as a tack, and still living life with passion and purpose? In this episode of Growing Older with Gusto, host Gail Zugerman sits down with Dr. Robert Farber, a retired neonatologist pediatrician from Toronto, Canada. Dr. Farber shares his secrets to a long, fulfilling life—filled with family, friendships, and a love for sports (and yes, he still plays a mean game of Bridge!). He reflects on decades of medical practice, the joys of watching his grandchildren thrive, and his thoughts on the ever-changing world. Tune in for a heartwarming and inspiring conversation with Dr. Farber—proof that growing older with gusto is all about living with love, laughter, and resilience! --- Watch the episode here     Listen to the podcast here     Thriving At 102: Dr. Robert Farber's Secrets To A Fulfilling Life How To Grow Older With Gusto I'm so excited because we have a very special guest on the show coming to us from Toronto, Canada. His name is Dr. Robert Farber. It's a pleasure to welcome you to the show. He has so many things to talk about. Most importantly, as most of you readers know, we love to talk to people who are growing older in a positive productive way. Dr. Farber is an incredible example of somebody who was now 102 and sharp as a tack and interesting. I'm going to stop talking because we got to talk to talk to Dr. Farber about all his secrets on how he got to where he is. Welcome to the show, Dr. Farber. How are you doing? How are things in Toronto? A little cool but bright. We're terribly worried about Trump. That could be a whole another episode. Tell me a little bit about what you like to do when you were growing up. What was like some of your favorite activities. I'm a very big sports fan. I'm still a big sports fan now. I loved fishing. My elder son and I went all over Canada in Northwest Territory and caught some big fish. What kind of fish? Is it Pike or salmon? What were you catching?         We're catching mostly Pickerel. You call them Walleye. Big eye. What's the biggest fish you've ever caught? I got a recording from the Minister of Fisheries in Manitoba. It was a 48 inches Pike. It's an action release. You caught it and then you let it go. One of the reasons that you were recommended to me to be on the show is, we love talking to people like you who are navigating through life in a way that is inspirational. I wanted to ask you, what would you tell someone who's at midline about what they should be doing and enabling them to grow older without being afraid of being older? Is any advice you would give to them? What will I advise them? What did you do to reach your state? Sit back and relax. You can't do anything about faith. What did you do to stay vital throughout your life? You said you like sports. Were you actively involved in a particular sport? I'm 6 foot one and a half, so I played a little bit of college of basketball. I grew up in a small town in Canada in Brantford, Ontario. I could skate beautifully. As a matter of fact, one of my closest friends Sam Kennedy eventually became a Detroit Red Wings Star. This is hockey. You played hockey? I could play hockey. Did you any other physical activities at midlife that you enjoyed? Physical activity? Making love to my wife. You don't need anything to maintain a friendship. It just exists. How long are you married? 65 years. Dr. Farber's Career As A Pediatrician Congratulations. That's quite a milestone. I know you're a physician. What medicine did you practice? I was a pediatrician. A child's specialist. Did you specialize in sleeping disorders with kids or anything special? Yes, neonatal work, newborns. Worked with sick kids a little over for 35-40 years. What is giving you the greatest strengths as you've moved through your life aside from being a doctor? My family. Family As His Greatest Strength And Joy Tell me a little bit about your family.

Yes, The Big Year Podcast is back. And after a long, cold, snowy winter, the temperatures are finally on the rise and the birds are finally on migration. It's March 15, 2025 as I sit down to write this, I'm looking out my front window, here Brantford, Ontario to bright blue skies and hearing Northern Cardinals in full song, a sure sign of spring and the migration season to come. I hope you are all in the spring migration spirit, shedding those layers and putting on your fancy spring birding plumage.  As for me, I just switch from fleece lined cargo pants to regular cargo pants, and of course, my biggest plumage change is from a winter fur fedora to a straw, summer fedora. So, welcome to the first episode of Season 3.  Being an Ontario birder myself, I figured there's no better place to start than with one of Ontario's most respected birders, Jean Iron. Many of you have met Jean at a hawk watch at Lynn shores in the fall, out at Niagara, looking for gulls in the winter or at Point Peel National Park in the spring. You may have met her, but now you'll get a chance to know her. I first ran into Jean early in January 2012 on one of my first rare bird chases to see a King Eider, and she taught me a valuable lesson that I have taken to heart ever since, and it was a lesson she also learned early in her birding life. Thanks for taking the time come visit and enjoy the show.   Oh, while you're here, I'd like to ask you to please check out my new book, “Have you a Seagull?” on Apple Books, for C$4.99 https://books.apple.com/us/book/have-you-seen-a-seagull/id6742723612 It's a great book to read with your kids teach them about the wide variety of birds many of us call “seagulls,” and perhaps spark their journey into birding. As of this recording, it's only available on Apple books, but will be available on other digital platforms soon and hopefully in print before too long.  50% of all digital sales will go to bird conservation efforts, so, if not for me, get it for the birds and for the next generation of birders. Thanks again.  

With nine games remaining in the regular season Mike Stubbs and Kyle Grimard preview games against Kingston and Sarnia, hear from Jacob Julien on signing his first NHL contract with the Winnipeg Jets, talk about the latest on Cam Allen and recap London's 5-0 win over the Brantford Bulldogs. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

As ties between Wayne Gretzky and President Donald Trump come to light we talk about whether Gretzy's personal views and relationships impact his reputation as The Great One for hockey fans. Guests for the hour include Post Media's Sean Fitz-Gerald and the mayor of Gretzky's home town, Brantford mayor Kevin Davis.

The London Knights are coming off a huge overtime win over the Oshawa Generals and now go into another big game against the Brantford Bulldogs. It will put the tip team in the Western Conference against the top team in the Eastern Conference. Kyle Grimard and Mike Stubbs preview the game with the help of the voice of the Bulldogs, Reed Duthie, and also look back at the win in Oshawa and the rest of the action in last weekend's three-in-three. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

For the Niagara IceDogs fifty-third game of 2024-25, Brandon Caputo and guest co-host Colin Ward from The Dawgcast on the Bulldogs Audio Network record our game recap LIVE from the Meridian Centre for snowy Sunday afternoon matchup against the canine rival Bulldogs from Brantford, falling in an entertaining 5-4 contest.The Dog Pound Podcast is proudly brought to you by Global Pet Foods' Four Niagara Region locations. Check them out at: https://globalpetfoods.com/*Audio goal highlights courtesy of YourTV - catch the IceDogs at home and on the road on YourTV Niagara, exclusively on Cogeco.Armchair Merchandise Site: https://the-armchair-gms-sports-ne-shop.fourthwall.com/en-cad/== Follow along with our IceDogs Content ==https://x.com/DogPoundPodcasthttps://niagaraicedogs.net/the-dog-pound-podcast== FOLLOW THE NETWORK ==X: https://x.com/ArmchairGMPodTikTok: https://www.tiktok.com/@UCJUaG5QNg1jwQ5a_32rZs1QFacebook: https://www.facebook.com/ArmchairGMsNetworkInstagram: https://www.instagram.com/armchairgmsportsWebsite: https://www.armchairgmsports.com/Threads: https://www.threads.net/@UCJUaG5QNg1jwQ5a_32rZs1Q== ALSO AVAILABLE TO LISTEN TO ON ==Spreaker: https://www.spreaker.com/thearmchairgms​Apple Podcast: https://podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-armchair-gms-sports-network/id1462505333Spotify: http://bit.ly/ArmchairGM​== FOLLOW THE HOSTS ON TWITTER ==Brandon: https://x.com/BCaputo_AGMGuest co-host Colin Ward:https://x.com/Colinward_O

Why U.S. And Canadian Mortgages Work So Differently   Ever wondered why U.S. home buyers can secure a 30-year fixed mortgage, while Canadians typically renew every five years? In this video, we dive into the unique structures of Canadian and American mortgage systems, focusing on interest rate risks, tax implications, and equity growth. In Canada, lenders prefer shorter terms to manage rates, unlike in the U.S., where government-backed institutions like Fannie Mae and Freddie Mac support 30-year terms. U.S. homeowners enjoy tax-deductible mortgage interest, while Canadians benefit from tax-free profit on the sale of a primary residence. This encourages faster equity growth in Canada, despite fewer refinancing options. For Canadian buyers curious about mortgage differences, watch to understand how Canada's system promotes stability and builds equity quickly. For more questions on Canadian mortgages, reach out – we're here to help! Thank you for watching. Let us help you with your real estate and mortgage needs. We serve the Cambridge, Kitchener, Waterloo, Guelph and Brantford areas. Check out our website at http://www.maximumresults.ca

This episode features David Newhouse, an Onondaga from the Six Nations of the Grand River community near Brantford, Ontario. He holds a Bachelor of Science and a Master of Business Administration from the University of Western Ontario. Since 1993, he has served as a Professor of Indigenous Studies and Chair of the Chanie Wenjack School for Indigenous Studies at Trent University. He was also the inaugural Principal of Peter Gzowski College at Trent. David Newhouse shares his profound insights on Indigenous governance, education, and knowledge systems. As a respected scholar and leader in Indigenous studies, he reflects on the intersection of traditional wisdom and the contemporary challenges faced by Indigenous communities. He discusses the importance of storytelling in preserving cultural identity, the role of Indigenous leadership in shaping policy, and the need for reconciliation through education. His experiences offer a powerful perspective on resilience, self-determination, and the pathways toward a more inclusive and just society. Click here to listen to Darrel be interviewed by Jacalyn M. Duffin, Canadian medical historian and hematologist. amshealthcare.ca

Learn how the Reset Mortgage, available through Karen Monteiro of Mortgage Alliance Greater Golden Horseshoe, can provide relief for homeowners facing temporary financial challenges. This innovative mortgage solution offers up to 65% of your home's current value with a flexible term and no monthly payments required, giving you time to get back on your feet. Whether you're looking to refinance or purchase, this mortgage option is designed to offer peace of mind. For more information, contact Karen Monteiro at 519-590-6847 or karen@maximumresults.ca.   Thank you for watching. Let us help you with your real estate and mortgage needs. We serve the Cambridge, Kitchener, Waterloo, Guelph and Brantford areas. Check out our website at http://www.maximumresults.ca     #ResetMortgage #MortgageRelief #HomeFinancing #MortgageSolutions #Refinance #HomeBuying #FinancialFreedom #NoMonthlyPayments #RealEstate #HomeOwnership #KarenMonteiro #MortgageAlliance #GoldenHorseshoe #CambridgeRealEstate #KitchenerWaterloo #GuelphHomes #BrantfordRealEstate #MaximumResults  

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Send us a textStiven Sardarian continues to garner attention with high-end offensive talents.It was a big weekend for Maxim Strbak on the Michigan State blueline, and Brodie Ziemer got on the scoresheet for the Gophers.Your stat of the week comes courtesy of Boston University sophomore Gavin McCarthy.Noah Ostlund gaining momentum on the farm in Rochester.An update on Brantford netminder Ryerson Leenders.Of course Kris gets a blurb in on Prokhor Poltapov.A surprise name leads the Sabres prospects in goals per game.Plus notes on Norwin Panocha and Aaron Huglen.Support the show

Thanks to our group sponsors: Rogers, Pattison Media, Corus Entertainment, iHeartRadio, Stingray, Vista Broadcasting, Harvard Media. The Following summary of winners is from Broadcast Dialogue. Pattison Media's 102.3 NOW! Radio (CKNO-FM) Edmonton is among the multiple winners at the 2024 Canadian Radio Awards.NOW! won Major Market Station of the Year, and Best On-Air Promotion (Major Market) for its “Swiftie-oke” contest, while Program Director Jay Stone captured Program Director of the Year (Major Market). The station was also the catalyst behind Best Community Service Initiative winner Alberta Day of Caring for Jasper, which saw the province's radio stations come together to raise more than $1.5M to support those impacted by this summer's wildfire.Evanov Communications' stations in Winnipeg won in multiple categories. Evanov Winnipeg's Adam West captured Program Director of the Year (Medium Market), while the Energy 106 (CHWE-FM) morning show, Wheeler in the Morning, won Best On-Air Team (Music) (Medium Market). Energy 106 and Z103.5 (CIDC-FM) Toronto also won Best Imaging Production (Large Market), while their joint entry for HOT 100.5 (CFJL-FM) Winnipeg and LITE 92.1 (CKPC-FM) Brantford won in the Medium Market category.Rogers Sports & Media's CHEZ 106 Ottawa also captured two awards, including Station of the Year (Medium Market) and Best Community Service Initiative (Medium Market) for its DEEDS promotion.In the small market categories, Fort St. John, BC independent station 100.1 Moose FM (CKFU-FM) picked up two awards. Program Director Chris Walker won Program Director of the Year (Small Market), while the station also won Best Podcast (Small Market) for Before the Peace, focused on telling the stories of the Indigenous and Métis peoples of B.C.'s Peace Region.Kahnawake, Que. community station K1037 The Monster (CKRK-FM) also claimed two awards. Paul Graiff won Best Anchor/Reporter (Small Market), while Mitch Craig captured Best Imaging Voice (Small Market).By network, Rogers Sports & Media led wins with 14, followed by Pattison Media with eight, while Evanov picked up a total of five wins. Bell Media won in four categories, with Corus Radio and Harvard Media each earning three awards. Vista Radio won two.Find a full list of this year's winners below. To listen to their award-winning audio and view this year's runners-up, head to CanadianRadioAwards.com.Best Anchor or Reporter – Sponsored by Burli Major MarketRichard Southern, 680 NewsRadio, (CFTR), Rogers Sports & Media, TorontoMedium MarketRichard Duggan, VOCM-AM, (VOCM), Stingray, St. John's, Newfoundland and LabradorSmall MarketPaul Graif, K103.7 The Monster, (CKRK), Mohawk Radio, KahnawakeBest Canadian Multi-Market Network ProgramMajor MarketFearless Fred, Q107 / Power 97 / Edge / Big 101, (CILQ / CFQC / CJKR / CIQB ), CorusMedium MarketSam McDaid – Country Nights, (CKQC / CJOK / CKXC / CKBY / CIKZ / CJQM / CKAT / CJDL), Rogers Sports & MediaSmall MarketNick Liard – Regional Midday Show, (CJRQ / CJQQ / CKFX ), Rogers Sports & MediaBest On-Air Team or Host (News/Talk/Sports)Major MarketAndrea Montgomery / Kelly Turner / Logan Stein / Tanya Blakeney / Phil Wood / Lauryn Heintz – Calgary Morning Show, 660 NewsRadio (CFFR), Rogers Sports & Media, Calgary, AlbertaMedium MarketBrett Megarry / Greg Mackling – The Start, 680 CJOB (CJOB), Corus, Winnipeg, ManitobaBest On-Air Team or Host (Music)Major MarketThe Roz & Mocha Show, KiSS 92.5 (CKIS), Rogers Sports & Media, Toronto, OntarioMedium MarketWheeler in the Morning, Energy 106 (CHWE), Evanov Communications, Winnipeg, ManitobaSmall MarketJason McCoy / Carey Moran, Pure Country 106 (CICX), Bell Media, Orillia, OntarioBest On-Air Solo Host (Music)Major MarketLauren Hunter, Sonic 102.9 (CHDI), Rogers Sports & Media, Edmonton, AlbertaMedium MarketKatherine Dines, MOVE 100 (CJMJ), Bell Media, Ottawa, OntarioSmall MarketRobyn Thomson, KiSS 99.3 (CKGB), Rogers Sports & Media, TimminsMusic Director of the YearMajor MarketKatie Stanners, KiSS 91.7 (CHBN), Rogers Sports & Media, Edmonton, AlbertaMedium MarketIan Sharek, Rogers Rock Radio, Rogers Sports & Media, Multiple MarketsSmall MarketCourtney Rae, 106.1 The Goat (CKLM), Vista Radio, Lloydminster, Alberta Program Director of the Year – Sponsored by Momentum Media Major MarketJay Stone, 102.3 NOW! Radio (CKNO), UP! 99.3 (CIUP), Pattison Media, Edmonton, AlbertaMedium MarketAdam West, Energy 106 (CHWE), HOT 100.5 (CFJL), Evanov Communications, Winnipeg, ManitobaSmall MarketChris Walker, 100.1 Moose FM (CKFU), Moose Media, Fort St John, British ColumbiaStation of The Year – Sponsored by David Kaye / Kayeman Productions Major Market102.3 NOW! Radio (CKNO), Pattison Media, Edmonton, AlbertaMedium MarketCHEZ 106 (CHEZ), Rogers Sports & Media, Ottawa, OntarioSmall Market100.5 Cruz FM (CHFT), Harvard Media, Fort McMurray, AlbertaSound of Success – Sponsored by Validate Audio AttributionMajor MarketWhat's In A Name / Booster Juice, Rogers Sports & Media, National Campaign, Canada-wideSmall MarketGo Rock Campaign (CFLB), Novacast Media, Lunenburg, Nova Scotia Best Achievement in Engineering – Sponsored by leanStream All MarketsDaryll Donais, Hot Country 103, (CKHZ), Acadia Broadcasting, Halifax, Nova ScotiaBest Community or Campus Station – Sponsored by Community Radio Fund of Canada Major MarketVIBE 105 (CHRY), Canadian Centre for Civic Media and Arts Development Inc., Toronto, OntarioSmall Market100.1 BayFM (CKVB), Bay of Islands Radio Inc. , Corner Brook, Newfoundland and LabradorBest Community Service Initiative – Sponsored By Broadcast Dialogue Major MarketAlberta Day Of Caring For Jasper, 102.3 NOW! (CKNO), UP! 99.3 (CIUP), Pattison Media, Edmonton, AlbertaMedium MarketDEEDS, 106.1 CHEZ (CHEZ), Rogers Sports & Media, Ottawa, OntarioSmall MarketSpirit Day, 101.3 the River (CKKN), 99.3 REWIND Radio (CKDV), Pattison Media, Prince George, British ColumbiaBest Imaging Production – Sponsored by Benztown Major MarketZ103.5, (CIDC), Energy 106, (CHWE), Evanov Communications, Toronto, Ontario / Winnipeg, ManitobaMedium MarketLITE 92.1, (CKPC), HOT 100.5, (CFJL), Evanov Communications, Brantford, Ontario / Winnipeg, ManitobaSmall MarketPure Country 105, (CKQM), Bell Media, Peterborough, OntarioBest Imaging VoiceMajor MarketCorri English / Allan Peck / Jeff McKnight, STAR 95.9, (CHFM), Rogers Sports & Media, Calgary, AlbertaMedium MarketDavid Kaye, 104.9 The Wolf, (CFWF), Harvard Media, Regina, SaskatchewanSmall MarketMitch Craig, K1037, The Monster, (CKRK), Mohawk Radio, KahnawakeBest Performance in a CommercialMajor MarketBob Johnstone, Amore Pasta – Love Pasta Again, The Eagle, (CKLR), Pattison Media, Courtenay, British ColumbiaMedium MarketDave Hiltz, FoCheezy, 107.5 Dave Rocks. (CJDV), Corus, Kitchener, OntarioSmall MarketBrian Viggiani, Georgian Bay Storage, LITE 99.3, (CJGB), Evanov Communications, Meaford, Ontario Best CommercialMajor MarketOodle / Noodle – Improve Your Noodle, Play 107, (CKPW), Harvard Media, Edmonton, AlbertaMedium MarketHealthy Smiles / The Tooth Is Out There, BIG105 FM, (CHUB), Pattison Media, Red Deer, AlbertaSmall MarketFouillard Carpets, POWER99, (CFMM), Pattison Media, Prince Albert, SaskatchewanBest On-Air Promotion – Sponsored by vcreative Major Market102.3 NOW! Radio, (CKNO), Pattison Media, Edmonton, Alberta Medium Market103.7 Virgin Radio, (CHBE), Bell Media, Victoria, British ColumbiaSmall Market94.1 CJOC, (CJOC), Vista Radio, Lethbridge, AlbertaBest PodcastMajor MarketSweethearts: Island Crime, Season 6, Rogers Frequency NetworkMedium MarketRadio des Petits Hiboux, U Multicultural, U RadioSmall MarketBefore The Peace, 100.1 Moose FM, (CKFU), Fort St. John, British ColumbiaSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

As the team leader of the The Kate Broddick Team, she has established a nationally renowned reputation as a top seller through innovation, consistent service and a genuine desire to grow the influence of her team in a competitive marketplace. A savvy business woman with an intelligent mindset and a trendsetting approach to property promotion, she has also received the designation as #1 REALTOR® in Brantford, and has recently expanded into Norfolk County with her second team office. Her podcast, In The Vault with The Kate Broddick Team has a growing audience of fellow REALTORS® and business people tuning in for business leadership, goal-oriented strategies and inspirational messages from her and her guests.Joining me on this episode of The MindShare Podcast to talk about ' How She Became Brantford's #1 Realtor ' - is Special Guest –  Kate Broddick.6:34 *what initially motivated you to pursue a career in real estate, and how did you establish yourself in the industry?11:56 *what would you say was a “game changer” for your business that helped you reach the #1 spot in Brantford?16:54 *what are your most successful lead-generation strategies… how do you make sure your pipeline stays full?21:45 *do you feel you have any unique approaches to prospecting or converting leads that other agents might not be using… in a market where listings are limited, how do you consistently find new inventory?25:46 *how do you prioritize follow-ups and nurture relationships with past clients… are you a scheduler?29:35 *are you a phone caller?32:24 *when it comes to marketing, what are your most effective channels?35:17 *what kind of content do you find resonates most with potential clients on social media… and how much time do you invest into your social media each day?35:46 *how important is video content in your marketing strategy, and what tips do you have for agents who are just getting started with video?37:10 *how do you leverage social media for your real estate business, and are there any platforms that have been especially impactful?39:38 *how do you ensure a memorable experience for your clients, from first meeting to closing?40:35 *what's one tip you'd give agents on building trust with clients right from the beginning?41:43 *how do you manage expectations with clients, especially in a fast-paced or competitive market?43:36 *what are some common mistakes you see agents making when working with clients?46:17 *how do you stay motivated, especially during slow market periods or challenging times?48:53 *do you have a morning routine or any daily practices that help you stay productive and positive?51:46 *what's the biggest mindset block you see holding other agents back, and how do you think they can overcome it?55:49 *how many people are on your team now, and how do you motivate and lead them effectively?57:00 *what's your approach to hiring and training team members?57:46 *what's one piece of advice you'd give to agents who want to build a successful real estate team?Thanks for tuning in to this episode of The MindShare PodCast with our speGet your FREE gift on my homepage at www.mindshare101.com just for tuning in!I'd also be really grateful if you could take a quick second to go www.ratethispodcast.com/mindshare101 to rate the show for me.And we haven't connected yet, send me a message!Facebook: facebook.com/mindshare101 Instagram: instagram.com/davidgreenspan101Youtube: youtube.com/@DavidGreenspanLinkedin: linkedin.com/in/mindshare101

On this Episode of The Alex Pierson Podcast, our host Alex Pierson takes on the major stories of the day, in her own unique way. In this episode, Alex speaks with: Kevin Davis - The Mayor of Brantford to talk about thirteen Ontario City Mayors who penned an open letter requesting that Premier Doug Ford use the Notwithstanding clause to clear homeless encampments. Sam Cooper - Investigative Journalist, Founder of The Bureau & Author of Wilful Blindness: How A Network of Narcos, Tycoons and CCP Agents Infiltrated The West on the RCMP announcing the dismantling of the largest drug "superlab" in Canadian history David Shellnutt - Personal injury lawyer and biking advocate about the province announcing it will be pushing through legislation to see bike lanes on Bloor, Yonge and University Avenue ripped up...and possibly at the expense of the city. Learn more about your ad choices. Visit megaphone.fm/adchoices

A @Christadelphians Video: A @Christadelphians Video: # Summary The discussion centers on the historical and prophetic significance of antisemitism, particularly in relation to Israel and the expectation of the Lord's return. Highlights

*Content Warning: fraud, stillbirth, pregnancy loss, infant loss doula fraud, sexual assault, rape, false reporting, blood, medical trauma, medical fraud, factitious disorder, birth fetishism, psychological violence. *Sources:Info on Pseudocyesis (sometimes also referred to as “hysterical pregnancy: https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/24255-pseudocyesis via Cleveland ClinicInfo on Factitious disorder (sometimes also referred to as “Munchausen syndrome”): https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/factitious-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20356028 via Mayo Clinic Info on Fetishism: https://www.britannica.com/science/fetishism-psychology via Britannica Doulas in Ontario say they are victims of fraud by a woman now facing dozens of charges Brantford police have charged Kaitlyn Braun with criminal harassment by Isha Bhargava · CBC News · Mar 15, 2023 The Pregnancy Was the Con: How One Woman Allegedly Tricked Countless Doulas Into Helping Deliver a Fake Baby, Cosmopolitan, by Sarah Treleaven. Published September 13th 2023: https://www.cosmopolitan.com/lifestyle/a44866427/kaitlyn-braun-doula-pregnancy-accused-fraud-harassment/Free + Confidential Resources + Safety Tips: somethingwaswrong.com/resources SWW Merch: merch.cameo.com/store/somethingwaswrong Follow Something Was Wrong on IG: instagram.com/somethingwaswrongpodcastFollow Tiffany Reese on IG: instagram.com/lookiebooArtwork by the amazing Sara Stewart:@GreaterThanOkay - Instagram.com/greaterthanokaySee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

*Content warning: fraudulent stillbirth, infant loss, sexual assault, rape, pregnancy loss, birth fetish, medical trauma, false reporting, fraud, medical fraud, Factitious Disorder, psychological and physical violence, false pregnancy, self harm, emotional and physical violence, doula fraud, and blood.*Sources:Info on Pseudocyesis (sometimes also referred to as “hysterical pregnancy: https://my.clevelandclinic.org/health/diseases/24255-pseudocyesis via Cleveland ClinicInfo on Factitious disorder (sometimes also referred to as “Munchausen syndrome”): https://www.mayoclinic.org/diseases-conditions/factitious-disorder/symptoms-causes/syc-20356028 via Mayo Clinic Info on Fetishism: https://www.britannica.com/science/fetishism-psychology via Britannica Doulas in Ontario say they are victims of fraud by a woman now facing dozens of charges Brantford police have charged Kaitlyn Braun with criminal harassment by Isha Bhargava · CBC News · Mar 15, 2023 The Pregnancy Was the Con: How One Woman Allegedly Tricked Countless Doulas Into Helping Deliver a Fake Baby, Cosmopolitan, by Sarah Treleaven. Published September 13th 2023: https://www.cosmopolitan.com/lifestyle/a44866427/kaitlyn-braun-doula-pregnancy-accused-fraud-harassment/Free + Confidential Resources + Safety Tips: somethingwaswrong.com/resources SWW Merch: merch.cameo.com/store/somethingwaswrong Follow Something Was Wrong on IG: instagram.com/somethingwaswrongpodcastFollow Tiffany Reese on IG: instagram.com/lookiebooSee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.

*Content warning: stillbirth, infant loss, sexual assault, rape, pregnancy loss, medical trauma, false reporting, fraud, medical fraud, Factitious Disorder, psychological and physical violence, false pregnancy, self harm, emotional and physical violence, and blood.*Sources:Doulas in Ontario say they are victims of fraud by a woman now facing dozens of charges Brantford police have charged Kaitlyn Braun with criminal harassment by Isha Bhargava · CBC News · Mar 15, 2023 https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/london/ontario-doulas-brantford-woman-fraud-1.6778747 Kaitlyn Braun is Arrested via CHCH Newshttps://youtu.be/x8g1ZjHd64g?feature=sharedDoulas Feel Traumatized via Castanet Newshttps://youtu.be/oxgFPMK_0c8?feature=sharedCosmopolitan Article on Kaitlyn Braunhttps://www.cosmopolitan.com/lifestyle/a44866427/kaitlyn-braun-doula-pregnancy-accused-fraud-harassment/Free + Confidential Resources + Safety Tips: somethingwaswrong.com/resources SWW Merch: merch.cameo.com/store/somethingwaswrong Follow Something Was Wrong on IG: instagram.com/somethingwaswrongpodcastFollow Tiffany Reese on IG: instagram.com/lookiebooArtwork by the amazing Sara Stewart:@GreaterThanOkay - Instagram.com/greaterthanokaySee Privacy Policy at https://art19.com/privacy and California Privacy Notice at https://art19.com/privacy#do-not-sell-my-info.