Mike 2.0

THE TWILIGHT ZONE

2026-10-18T16:20:08.000-04:00

Netflix has just released four seasons of a television classic, The Twilight Zone, which first aired in 1959.

Scary, bizarre, and thought-provoking, some episodes of this black-and-white series have stayed with me to this day. And that science-fiction-style music that introduced each story? Unforgettable—and haunting, too!

I used to watch the show at 10:30 every Friday night at my friend Alex’s house, then bicycle home afterward, with the shadows on the road scaring me silly. Looking back, I’m not sure which was more frightening: the stories themselves or the ride home in the dark!

What I didn’t realize at the time was just how many familiar faces appeared in the series. It featured well-known actors such as Buddy Ebsen, William Shatner, John Astin, and Julie Newmar. It also gave early exposure to future stars like Robert Redford, Burt Reynolds, and Robert Duvall.

If you’re looking to stir your imagination, revisit a television classic, or simply take a fascinating trip back to the years between 1959 and 1963, give The Twilight Zone a look. You might find yourself drawn into a world where the unexpected is always just around the corner, somewhere on the fringes of the Twilight Zone.

THANKSGIVING 2026

2026-10-12T13:35:07.000-04:00

Wishing you and your families a very Happy Thanksgiving!

Each and every one of us has so much to be thankful for, and this Thanksgiving was especially special for us as we welcomed our newest grandchild, Abby, into our family celebrations. At just nine months old, she’s almost walking and seems happiest when surrounded by people who love her and a bowl of vegetable straws.

I apologize for not keeping up with my blog as much as I would like. I’m currently immersed in a special writing project that I look forward to sharing with you closer to Christmas.

In the meantime, enjoy this beautiful time of year, cherish the moments spent with family and friends, and remember just how fortunate we are.

We truly are among the luckiest people in the world to call this great country home.

WHITE, YELLOW OR PEACHES AND CREAM

2026-09-11T17:14:46.536-04:00

Can I share a secret? I’m a bit of a corn-on-the-cob nut.

I’m not sure I could eat it three times a day, but at this time of year, I just might try. I vividly remember family gatherings at the cottage when corn and fresh yellow beans were the stars of the meal.

I really think our Indigenous people from long ago were onto something. Sweet corn is both nutritious and delicious.

But please allow me a comment.

Terry’s family used to eat corn after the meal—almost like dessert, I suppose. For me, that’s like leaving your best hitter on the bench until the ninth inning.

And recently, some company we had for dinner preferred to eat their corn alongside the meal. Again, I think that runs the danger of the corn getting lost somewhere between the potatoes and the pork chops.

No, I think corn should be served at the beginning of the meal—the lead-off hitter, as it were. With a bit of butter and salt, there’s nothing that says summer better.

A home run to start a meal is always a good thing.

KINDNESS MAKES THE WORLD GO ROUND

2026-08-17T17:27:34.000-04:00

Terry and I have taken to the outdoor pickleball courts this month, with the beautiful weather making it perfect for a few friendly games.

Thanks to a well-timed injection in my knee, I’m almost as good as new this summer.

A generous elderly couple in Markham have kindly offered their backyard tennis court to local neighbours and friends who want to drop by for a game every Tuesday evening. I’m not quite sure how we qualified, but Terry and I have thoroughly enjoyed our games with new friends as well as the country-club feel of the palatial property.

With all the talk of tariffs and war these days, this unexpected act of generosity feels especially welcome—and restorative.

It does make me wonder, though: does anyone want to borrow my bike or some old Calculus books?

Indeed, each of us can help keep this whole wheel spinning.

FACES PLACES

2026-08-03T10:46:26.750-04:00

My French Club made the film Faces Places the focus of our meeting last week.

The award-winning 2017 documentary is simple, gentle, and quietly captivating. In it, the elderly filmmaker Agnès Varda teams up with the young artist JR to travel through rural France, photographing ordinary people living ordinary lives. Together, they transform these portraits into enormous public artworks, pasting them onto buildings, barns, and other landmarks. Their creative collaboration leaves a lasting impression not only on the people they photograph but also on the communities they visit.

For many of the townspeople, these portraits become a source of pride and shared identity. Interestingly, only one person fully embraces the attention. Most are either surprised or noticeably uncomfortable seeing their faces displayed so prominently in public. I know I would be among the latter.

The film fulfils Varda's vision of celebrating everyday people—helping them feel part of something larger and revealing the quiet beauty of the human spirit.

Agnès Varda died in 2019 at the age of 90.

JUGS

2026-07-16T19:01:13.421-04:00

A friend recently sent me an article that brought back a flood of memories.

It centred, in part, on the concept of JUGS—the Jesuit term for detentions in Catholic high schools back in the last century.

At Brebeuf, there were three kinds of JUGS.

The first were classroom detentions, assigned by individual teachers for minor infractions such as missing homework or being disruptive in class. They were usually served in the teacher's classroom for 30 to 40 minutes after school. I vividly remember giving one to a student who managed to shorten his detention by fifteen minutes after he quietly moved the classroom clock ahead while I stepped out to chat with a colleague. Clever lad!

The second type were after-school JUGS held in the chemistry lab, Room 214, under the watchful eye of the legendary Father Beaudois. These were typically assigned for offences such as repeated lateness or recurring uniform violations. Unlike most teachers, Father Beaudois chose detention duty over extracurricular coaching and served as the school's one of a kind detention master.

The third type, and the one every student hoped to avoid, was the dreaded Saturday morning JUG. It was reserved for more serious offences such as smoking on school property, swearing, or outright insubordination. Since the school was private in those early years, the Jesuits were able to enforce this practice with the full support of parents.

Can you imagine a school imposing Saturday morning detentions today?

In any case, here is part of the article that explains why JUGS were so much more than supervised time-outs.

Many students and parents at Jesuit high schools are familiar with the term JUG. Commonly misunderstood to mean “Judgement Under God,” JUG is a disciplinary device used by faculty and administrators to address any number of school infractions great and small. In my time teaching at Brophy College Preparatory I gave out my share of JUGs. Some of my former students might say I gave out more than my share. (In full disclosure, I also had some alternatives to JUG that included singing, dancing, putting a golf ball and collecting for the annual Lenten Drive). JUGs, while punitive in nature, are never meant to be malicious. Instead, JUG is a form of restorative justice, even penance if you will. JUG is never as bad as it’s made out to be. At Brophy it’s usually accompanied by some good-natured ribbing by classmates or the rolling of eyes and rueful shaking of heads by teachers walking by.

Many students and parents think they know what JUG means literally. However, the expression actually has its root in Latin and has little to do with judgement. It derives from the expression, sub iugum, or “under the yoke,” as in a yoke placed upon a beast of burden.......

I sometimes felt that a simple JUG, an hour spent picking up trash or writing a letter of gratitude, was insufficient for the infraction committed. Over time I learned to trust our Dean of Student Formation. “Dr. J” knew his business and had a genuine love for our students. It is a love we all shared. So the yoke he placed on the errant student was gentle and light, yet it served its purpose. I had more than one meaningful conversation with a young man serving his JUG while I was on parking lot duty. They got it. They knew that what they did was wrong and they knew they weren’t being punished as much as reminded of Brophy’s expectations and hopes for them. I sensed they were grateful someone cared enough toall them out. Their way wasn’t working. Perhaps JUG is a stellar example of that whole Jesuit charism of cura personalis. Even when students misbehave they are still loved.

Eric Gregory recently retired from the Religious Studies faculty at Brophy College Preparatory in Phoenix, Arizona. He is a graduate of the Jesuit School of Theology at Santa Clara University.

THE WORLD CUP

2026-07-13T14:09:52.128-04:00

Although I'm not exactly a devoted soccer fan (how does that offside rule work again?), I've been enjoying watching many of the World Cup matches.

My daughter-in-law is Croatian, and her brother, along with some friends, came to Toronto to watch their team's heartbreaking loss to Portugal. Even their local parish priest joined in the excitement.

My book-editing friend in São Paulo tells me his entire country seemed to come to a standstill whenever Brazil was playing.

There's no doubt that the World Cup, with its expanded format this year, has brought people together in a wonderfully festive way.

As an outsider, my only criticisms of the game are the theatrical injuries that sometimes interrupt its flow and the mysterious timekeeping that leaves fans wondering just how much of a game still remains. How hard would it be to have the scoreboard clock linked to the referee's watch?

With only four teams left in the tournament, I'm looking forward to four more very exciting matches.

And if anyone needs a left-footed player to take a corner kick, I'm available.

IN GRATITUDE

2026-06-14T11:31:08.000-04:00

Yesterday marked the fifteenth anniversary of the beginning of my cancer journey.

Those words — "You've got cancer" — still ring loud and clear. So does the nurse's encouragement: "That's a lemon, honey. Now it's time to make lemonade."

Lemonade indeed.

Fifteen years later, I look back with gratitude, humility, and a deep appreciation for the gift of time. This journey has brought challenges I never expected, but it has also taught me resilience, perspective, and the importance of cherishing each day.

I know I'm one of the lucky ones, and not a day goes by that I'm not thankful for the extra years, memories, and moments I've been given.

My heart is with everyone facing this disease today — whether you are newly diagnosed, in treatment, in recovery, or supporting a loved one through their battle. I wish you hope on the difficult days, strength when you feel weary, and the courage to keep moving forward.

Fifteen years later, I'm still making lemonade.

THE BRIDGE

2026-06-11T23:21:24.607-04:00

There's lots of controversy and frustration about the postponement of the opening of the Gordie Howe International Bridge linking Detroit, Michigan with Windsor, Ontario.

Seems the leader of the country to the South is holding things up despite the fact it was entirely paid for by Canada. Go figure.

There is an obvious solution here... rename the connection the Trump-Howe bridge.

I'm betting it would be open first thing tomorrow morning. And, in two years, it could revert back to its rightful name.

Easy peasy!

A BEAUTIFUL NOISE

2026-05-27T17:19:29.113-04:00

Have you heard of it—the Neil Diamond musical currently playing to packed houses at the Princess of Wales Theatre in downtown Toronto?

A few weeks ago, I tried to get tickets myself. I was unsuccessful, after a series of online attempts were thwarted either by my limited computer skills, my lack of perseverance… or possibly both.

A neighbour then suggested we try our luck with rush tickets on the day of the show—half price, first come first served. A brilliant idea, I thought. Easy peasy.

On our way to the theatre last week, we passed another venue when a middle-aged woman approached us and asked if we might want free tickets to a play called After Juliet. She explained she was a teacher, and that four of her students had been unable to attend. She was hoping to pass the tickets along to “kind-looking people.”

Were we those people? Apparently so.

We thanked her for the generous offer, and I later suggested to Terry that we might want to start spending more time loitering around theatres at night.

In the end, we did make it into the Neil Diamond show. It was a good performance, with excellent music, though something about the presentation felt a little too much like the expose of a tortured soul.

Strangely enough, the highlight of my evening wasn’t even the show itself, but that unexpected kindness from a complete stranger.

STAFF REUNION

2026-05-08T11:13:00.000-04:00

Brebeuf staff, both past and present, got together this week at a local pub to celebrate all things 211 Steeles Avenue East..

Of course we've changed but I think all of us hang onto our special times both in and out of the classroom, times that shaped our careers and our identities.

I know we are all forever grateful for the opportunity to learn, to grow and to have fun at Brebeuf.

The gathering was long overdue and I look forward to the next one sooner than later...or at least before Roman Turlo writes another book.

MEMORY LANE

2026-04-22T11:16:00.000-04:00

J’ai grandi à Montréal.

Croiriez-vous que lorsque j'avais environ huit ans, j'étais un des membres d’un gang?

Oui, c’est vrai.

Nous nous appelions le gang Wilson parce que Wilson est le nom de la rue où nous habitions.

En plus, nos mères nous donnent leur accord entier. Ma mère disait toujours : « Viens dîner à cinq heures et ne te fais pas de mal. »

Non, nous n’avions pas d'armes… juste nos vélos. Rouler avec un groupe d'amis. On attachait des cartes aux rayons de nos roues et on faisait un bruit incroyable. C’était tellement amusant!

Il nous est arrivé d'avoir des problèmes de temps en temps. En ces jours-là, les jeunes pouvaient acheter et faire exploser des pétards. Quelle mauvaise idée! Une fois, un pétard a explosé dans ma poche. C’était très difficile d'expliquer à ma mère l'absence de ma poche.

Une autre fois, le gang Melrose, la rue à côté de la nôtre, m'a attrapé et m'a attaché à une clôture. Bien que cela n'ait duré que cinq minutes, cela m'a paru une éternité.

Tant de souvenirs.

UNITED IN PRAYER

2026-04-07T10:46:00.010-04:00

"When two or more are gathered in My name...."

Former Brebeuf staff member Paul Solarski is currently on the DL and would appreciate prayers and friendly messages.

He has responded well to several rounds of chemo and awaits next steps.

Although he is not ready to suit up as the Blue Jays back-up catcher just yet, his family is heartened by his resilience and courage in the face of his current challenge.

You can write Paul at coachski20@gmail.com

AMDG

EASTER 2026

2026-04-05T08:48:00.001-04:00

"Nothing is impossible with God. That's the message I return to most often. On the first day of the week, the Gospel of John tells us that most of the disciples were cowering behind closed doors, out of fear. After Good Friday, the disciples were terrified. Earlier, on Holy Thursday, we are told by Matthew that all of them fled from the Garden, in fear. That evening, Peter denied knowing Jesus. If they were afraid before Jesus was sentenced to death, imagine their reactions after seeing him marched through the streets of Jerusalem, nailed to a cross, and hung until dead. Their leader was executed as an enemy of the state.

Locked behind closed doors after the death of the person in whom they had placed all their hope - is there a more vivid image of fear?

The disciples failed to realize - again - that they were dealing with the Living God, the same one whose message to Mary was "Nothing will be impossible with God." They could not see beyond the walls of that closed room. They were unwilling to accept that God was greater than their imaginations.

Perhaps they can be forgiven - Jesus was dead, after all. And who could have predicted the Resurrection? Then again, maybe we shouldn't let the disciples off so easily. Jesus had always confounded their expectations - healing the sick, stilling a storm, raising the dead - so perhaps they should have expected the unexpected. But they did not.

Often, we find ourselves incapable of believing that God might have new life in store for us. "Nothing can change," we say. "There is no hope." This is when we end up mired in despair, which can sometimes be a reflection of pride. That is, we think that we know better than God. It is a way of saying, "God does not have the power to change this situation." What a dark and dangerous path is despair, far darker than death.

How many of us believe parts of our lives are dead? How many believe that parts of our family, our country, our world, our church cannot come to life? How many of us feel bereft of the hope of change?

This is when I turn to the Resurrection. Often, I return to the image of the terrified disciples cowering behind closed doors. We are not called to live in that room. We are called to emerge from our hiding places and to accompany Mary, weeping sometimes, searching always, and ultimately blinded by the dawn of Jesus's new life - surprised - delighted, and moved to joy. We are called to believe what she has seen; He is risen."

Taken from Jesus, A Pilgrimage by James Martin S.J. page 414

GOOD FRIDAY 2026

2026-04-03T07:20:00.000-04:00

"Sufferings are an essential entry for us into the life of Jesus. For those who think Jesus as far removed from the suffering we face, the Gospels show us not simply physical sufferings, but emotional ones as well. We do not, as St. Paul said, have a God who does not understand our suffering, but who participated in it. This is an entry for us into Jesus's life and an entry for him into ours.

Yet even in the midst of this suffering - physical pain, abandonment, betrayal, seeing others suffer, and then seeing one's great project collapse - Jesus did not waver. It must have been an enormous temptation to vacillate in the face of this mountain of suffering. But out of obedience to what the Father is asking, he does not.

Jesus has done as much as he could. It is finished. Now, into his Father's hands he commends his spirit. He commends his body. He commends everything.

After all the temptations to turn away from the path that the Father was asking him to follow, and even in the face of his intense physical, emotional, and spiritual suffering, Jesus is resolute. Like his mother at the Annunciation, he says - perhaps not knowing fully what it will mean - yes."

Taken from Jesus, A Pilgrimage by James Martin S.J. page 392

ARMAGEDDON?

2026-03-24T10:37:00.002-04:00

Today is the 90th birthday of Dr. David Suzuki, science broadcaster and environmental activist extraordinaire.

In an interview yesterday, he expressed his sadness about the state of our planet and his feeling that we have now gone past the point of no return.

"It's coming," he warned. "It's going to hit the fan."

He explained that the proactive government of Finland has alerted its citizens by letter that the fallout from climate change denial is coming and that no government will be able to act fast enough or on the scale that's required.

Suzuki paraphrased the rest of the government message by saying, "Get your act together. Find out who's on your block. Are there nurses? Are there doctors? Are there shut-ins who might need help immediately? Does anyone have a generator? Where's the water? Find out your assets locally because that's what you'll need to be able to respond to an immediate crisis."

Heavy stuff!

He continued, offering a ray hope. "That's (such a response) going to be uplifting. People are going to get to know their neighbours and they're going to be working together to prepare for what's coming...and it's coming."

I hope people in Finland and beyond are listening.

Happy Birthday Dr. Suzuki.

Know your efforts are not in vain in making this world a better place for our children and grandchildren.

IN THE GARAGE?

2026-03-09T22:29:00.002-04:00

I certainly need something light these days. Don't you? Here's a wee story that might help brighten your day.

A single friend of ours often asks me for help with household tasks like putting up her Christmas tree or checking her smoke detectors.

I'm only too happy to oblige most of the time although last week, I felt like I was her runner-up choice for assistance.

Let me explain.

She texted that she was having trouble with the brake lights on her car, and wondered if I could have a look.

"Mike," she wrote, " I have a manuel in the garage that could be helpful."

I had to smile at her typo.

"I didn't know you had a boyfriend in the garage. Is Manuel Spanish?"

A long pause and then,

"Actually, he's Mexican."

Our friend may not be a great speller but she does have a very good sense of humour.

LAST ONE STANDING

2026-02-22T23:00:51.911-05:00

How did you spend your day?

We got a jump on spring cleaning here.

Terry decided it was time to flip our king-sized mattress—and then turn it end for end.

Certainly easier said than done.

Our first attempt nearly ended in disaster, with the breakables on the night table trembling in fear.

The second try introduced a new opponent: rogue throw cushions, strategically dotting the floor to add to the level of difficulty.

By the third attempt, we were breathing hard and beginning to wonder if professional movers should be on speed dial.

Then—miracle of miracles—the mattress flipped over like a giant pancake.

We stood there, victorious, grinning like two gold-medal Olympic weightlifters.

Terry turned to me and said,

“Now that might be the last time we ever have to do that.”

Yikes!!

My new goal in life....... to outlive a mattress.

FRENCH HOMEWORK

2026-02-12T22:08:00.033-05:00

My French Club meets monthly at a local coffee shop. One part of each meeting is sharing something we’ve written on a designated topic—a way to practice our writing skills and encourage discussion. (Thank goodness for Google Translate!)

These assignments have also given me the opportunity to connect regularly with my bilingual granddaughter, Vivian, who has become my chief editor and “tense checker.” What a wonderful and unexpected spin-off from my attempt to rediscover some of my French roots.

Here is my latest installment.

Les Jeux Olympiques

J’aime plusieurs sports olympiques. Toutefois, permettez-moi de commencer par les sports que je n’aime pas regarder aux Jeux olympiques.

Il y a le curling, un sport que je peux voir tout le temps à la télévision en hiver. Il y a aussi la luge… vraiment ? Glisser sur une pente comme des enfants ! Il n'est pas nécessaire d'être un athlète pour cela. Quelle est leur stratégie ?

Et puis, le biathlon : un sport qui consiste à faire du ski de fond tout en tenant un fusil. On dirait que quelqu’un a dit : « Nous avons besoin de quelques sports supplémentaires. Ajoutons le tir à la carabine à un parcours de ski de fond. Qu'est-ce qui pourrait mal tourner ? »

Passons maintenant aux sports que je préfère. J'aime beaucoup le hockey. Notre équipe canadienne est passionnante à regarder et j'espère qu'elle pourra remporter la médaille d'or. J'aime aussi regarder le ski alpin. Les skieurs atteignent des vitesses incroyables sur des pistes rapides. En fait, on installe des filets de sécurité pour rattraper les skieurs qui tombent. Les concurrents risquent leur vie et leur intégrité physique pour remporter une médaille pour leur pays.

Parmi les seize sports olympiques d’hiver, je crois que le hockey et le ski alpin sont les plus spectaculaires à regarder.

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OLD SCHOOL?

2026-02-03T15:52:00.002-05:00

Having a landline phone and a Hotmail account.

Asking for paper bills instead of online notices.

Thinking 6-7 is a number and not a grade school catchphrase.

Receiving home delivery of the Toronto Star on weekends.

Avoiding a digital wallet and the world of memes.

Admittedly, I cling to many habits and thought processes that mark me as a baby boomer.

However, here's one that I will keep regardless of social trends.... the practice of addressing people like doctors and clergy by their formal title. A recent article in the Toronto Star highlighted the experience of one student in an alternative school in Ontario who was encouraged to call her teachers by their first names in an effort to break down barriers and see teachers as human beings. This familiarity supposedly deepened mutual respect and allowed teacher authority to become grounded in connection.

Interestingly, Quebec is now going the other way with new legislation that will mandate the use of titles and formal address.

Having teachers as mentors and friends is a good idea, especially in classrooms strained by social media, polarization, and disconnection. However, like a good parent whose children call them mom or dad and not Bill and Maggie, I think using titles like mister or miss is a good introduction into how the world really operates.

Yes, our world needs collaboration and friendship. But that need not come at the cost of giving up the natural respect that all people in public deserve.

MONOPOLY

2026-01-22T11:41:00.000-05:00

As a child, I never liked the game of Monopoly....just too long and methodical with one winner and so many broke losers. For me, the game's only saving graces were the free $200 for passing GO and the chance to play the game using the wooden milk bottle game piece.

A modern-day game of Monopoly is now being played out as recent figures reveal that the world currently has 3,028 billionaires whose collective wealth has grown to an astonishing 14% of world GDP. In Canada, the wealthiest one percent of Canadians increased their share of total Canadian wealth from 18% to 26% between 2010 and 2019 while the wealth of every other income group in Canada declined.

I wonder where we're headed.

I used to watch Downton Abbey and cringed as I observed the upstairs-downstairs class system, the tea pourers versus the tea drinkers.

But really, aren't we all part of that two-class system now?

JEOPARDY ANSWERS for 2025

2026-01-09T10:00:00.000-05:00

Here are the answers to my 2025 Jeopardy quiz.

How many did you get?

Here goes...

1. December 13 should be a national holiday in West Plains, Missouri. in honour of this man.

Dick Van Dyke

2. This math person now leads 1.4 billion believers.

Pope Leo

3. Downing seventy, he captured his seventeenth championship this past July 4th.

Joey Chestnut

4. The 900 Club has one member now.

Alexander Ovechkin...He's now up to 914 and counting.

5. Number 1 on Netflix and with every 13-year-old girl on the planet.

KPop Demon Hunters

6. This former tennis star traded in her tennis racket for a different sort of one in late July.

Eugenie Bouchard

7. He set an infamous record by shooting 19 on a single hole at a September PGA event.

John Daly

8. Inflation? This item, which sold for a mere 10 cents 1939, got 9.12 million at auction in November.

A Superman No. 1 comic book

9. Did you go 18? Loyal fans did in this heartbreaking series?

Blue Jays vs LA Dodgers

10. Their two reunion concerts rocked Toronto fans in August.

Oasis

WELCOME BABY GIRL

2026-01-02T11:08:00.001-05:00

New life, new hope, new beginnings!

Our family welcomed Abigail Alexandra into the world on New Year's Eve. She will be a cherished sister for her brothers Elliott and Patrick.

Abby and her mother Carolyn are doing well and came home yesterday.

Gramma and Papa are feeling so very blessed.

What a way to go into a bright New Year.

NEW YEAR'S DAY 2026

2026-01-01T06:32:00.000-05:00

I am a New Year's resolution sort of person.

I know many eschew the practice but I for one believe that goal setting is important especially as one gets older.

Simple goals, big goals, self-improvement goals... they're all good as they encourage one to move forward and not be content in a Lazy Boy chair.

That said, my goal for 2026 is to improve my French.

I appreciate my sister Yvonne who has worked hard at maintaining her fluency in 'la belle langue' even travelling to Quebec for an immersive experience a few years ago.

I also admire some of the people at my French Club who belong to platforms like Duolingo and Babbel. My granddaughter Isla has been learning Spanish for the past two years on one of these sites and is now able to freely converse in a new language.

One difficulty I have encountered is finding a simple French book to read that's beyond the level of Tintin or Babar.

Any suggestions?

I'm not hoping for a miracle but I know I can do better...and isn't that what a New Year's resolution is all about.

Jeopardy 2025

2025-12-28T07:33:00.004-05:00

Time for my 15th annual jeopardy quiz.

As usual, the questions are based on events of the past year, some well known while others obscure. As usual, there is a strong bias for sports questions.

Feel free to send your answers to me at mjdaoust@hotmail.com for a chance to win a tin of caramel corn or a used pickleball paddle.