THE FIRST DRUG SQUAD ~
by KIRK DU GUID
"Drugs started to invade southern Ontario in quantity in the early 1970's, and the Ontario Provincial Police hierarchy decided it was time to form their first "Drug Squad." This is the story of how a fledgling Drug Squad might have been established in those early days. It chronicles how officers may have reacted to a new and hazardous form of policing they had never encountered before."
Kirk Du Guid is a retired Ontario Provincial Police Detective Sergeant. He lives in the Amaguin Highlands in Burk's Falls, Ontario. This is his forth book.
Available at The Neat Little Bookshop $15.
Thursday, October 25, 2012
| The First Drug Squad ~ A Much Anticipated New Book |
| Visiting With Author, Kirk Du Guid |
| Dianna Christmas-Kehoe and Author Kirk Du Guid Share a Laugh |
| Veteran, Art Simmons with Wife, Anne & Daughter Visit with Kirk Du Guid |
| Kirk Du Guid and Cayuga Resident, Rick Meesters |
Friends came to pick up a copy of Kirk Du Guid's latest book, The First Drug Squad, 2012. Available at The Neat Little Bookshop $15.
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| The Author with Fan Faye Farrance (Serious for a Photo)
"Thank you, Mr. Du Guid, for a great day and for what appears to be another great book!"
(Click on photos for larger images ~ lbwalker) |
| Ouse Street Cayuga |
INDIAN SUMMER ~ Emily Dickinson
THESE are the days when birds come back,
A very few, a bird or two,
To take a backward look.
These are the days when skies put on
The old, old sophistries of June, ~
A blue and gold mistake.
Oh, fraud that cannot cheat the bee,
Almost thy plausibility
Induces my belief,
Till ranks of seeds their witness bear,
And softly through the altered air
Hurries a timid leaf!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Oh, sacrament of summer days,
Oh, last communion in the haze,
Permit a child to join,
Thy sacred emblems to partake,
Thy consecrated bread to break,
Taste thine immortal wine!
Wednesday, October 24, 2012
"From Ruthven to Passchendael" ~ a play with puppets by Studio Babette.
This production commemorates the upcoming anniversary of World War I by honouring the sacrifices made by the Thompson family of Cayuga and Brock's Rangers.
Watch for upcoming event. Please visit www.ruthvenpark.ca or www.studiobabette.ca for information.
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| Ruthven Park 243 Hwy. 54, Cayuga |
Remembrance Day, Sunday, November 11, 2:00 p.m.
PD Day, Friday, November 16, 10:00 a.m.
This production commemorates the upcoming anniversary of World War I by honouring the sacrifices made by the Thompson family of Cayuga and Brock's Rangers.
Watch for upcoming event. Please visit www.ruthvenpark.ca or www.studiobabette.ca for information.
Photo: lbwalker
On Writing ~
E. Hemingway (Two letters in March, 1925. Paris.)
To: Horace Liveright (American Publisher): "As the contract only mentions excisions it is understood of course that no alterations of words shall be made without my approval. This protects you as much as it does me as the stories are written so tight and so hard that the alteration of a word can throw an entire story out of key...There is nothing in the book that has not a definite place in its organization and if I at any time seem to repeat myself I have a good reason for doing so."
To Dr. C.E.Hemingway (EH's Dad): "You see I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across--not to just depict life--or criticize it--but to actually make it alive. So that when you have read something by me you actually experience the thing. You can't do this without putting in the bad and the ugly as well as what is beautiful. Because if it is all beautiful you can't believe in it. Things aren't that way. It is only by showing both sides--3 dimensions and if possible 4 that you can write the way I want to."
~ Ernest Hemingway Selected Letters 1917 - 1961, Edited by Carlos Baker,Charles Scribner's Sons, 1981.
E. Hemingway (Two letters in March, 1925. Paris.)
To: Horace Liveright (American Publisher): "As the contract only mentions excisions it is understood of course that no alterations of words shall be made without my approval. This protects you as much as it does me as the stories are written so tight and so hard that the alteration of a word can throw an entire story out of key...There is nothing in the book that has not a definite place in its organization and if I at any time seem to repeat myself I have a good reason for doing so."
To Dr. C.E.Hemingway (EH's Dad): "You see I'm trying in all my stories to get the feeling of the actual life across--not to just depict life--or criticize it--but to actually make it alive. So that when you have read something by me you actually experience the thing. You can't do this without putting in the bad and the ugly as well as what is beautiful. Because if it is all beautiful you can't believe in it. Things aren't that way. It is only by showing both sides--3 dimensions and if possible 4 that you can write the way I want to."
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| Ernest Hemingway (1899 - 1961) |
Tuesday, October 23, 2012
William Faulkner lost his job at the University of Mississippi post office in Oxford. The official complaint read in part: ~
"That you are neglectful of your duties, in that you are a habitual reader of books and magazines, and seem reluctant to cease reading long enough to wait on the patrons; that you have a book being printed at the present time, the greater part of which was written on duty at the post-office; that some of the patrons will not trust you to forward their mail, because of your past carelessness and these patrons have their neighbors forward same for them while away on vacations..."
~ Literature and the Arts, R. Spangenburg & D.K. Moser, Facts on File Inc., 1997
Wm. Faulkner (1898 - 1962) American writer, Nobel Prize laureate in literature, Pulitzer Prize for fiction.
"That you are neglectful of your duties, in that you are a habitual reader of books and magazines, and seem reluctant to cease reading long enough to wait on the patrons; that you have a book being printed at the present time, the greater part of which was written on duty at the post-office; that some of the patrons will not trust you to forward their mail, because of your past carelessness and these patrons have their neighbors forward same for them while away on vacations..."
~ Literature and the Arts, R. Spangenburg & D.K. Moser, Facts on File Inc., 1997
Wm. Faulkner (1898 - 1962) American writer, Nobel Prize laureate in literature, Pulitzer Prize for fiction.
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