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The end of the year is always a busy week.  It is holiday time.  Our working ethos slows down and certainly the ebb and...

It is a hot day and the sun is burning a hole in the ground.  He wipes his forehead and the sweat runs down...

This article is in memory of my father, Joseph Pinto, born in Mangalore, India to the late Mr. Emmanuel Pinto and late Mrs. Piad...

I was walking down one of the many suburban streets here in Toronto the other day and I wish I had my camera with...