All posts by George Walters

George Walters is a Canadian columnist and author with more than forty years of writing experience. For over twenty years he has written a weekly column for Postmedia Network — Canada's largest newspaper chain — never missing a single week, publishing fifty-two stories a year. Combined with his work in Reader's Digest Community Voices, World News, Country Living, The Country Register, and farm and rural lifestyle magazines across Canada, he has published well over two thousand stories drawn from everyday life. He writes about farm work, fishing, old trucks, and the kind of people you only find in small towns — but just as likely he'll hand a voice to a weathered telephone pole, or turn his eye on something happening in the world today and tell you exactly what he thinks about it. No subject is off limits. If there's a story in it, George will find it. He has been called a philosopher of everyday life, a description that came up more than once during his television appearances over the years — and it's not hard to see why. His writing has a way of making the ordinary feel worth sitting with. He is the author of eleven books, including yearly short story collections and the Clay Moretti Files mystery series. Clay is a fifty-year-old private investigator who drives a 1967 Ford Galaxie, smokes cigars, and operates by a code the modern world gave up on a long time ago. The cases are present day. The man handling them is not. All titles are available in paperback and eBook on Amazon. Together, George and his wife Ruth have also created Elmer Finds His Way, the first in what he hopes will be a long series of children's books. Ruth did all the illustrations, as she has for every one of George's books — and beyond that she designed and painted the covers as well. Her work is woven into every page of everything he has published. A few words from readers: "I pulled up a kitchen chair and read your story three times." "You have a way of making a person homesick for a place they haven't been to." "Thank you for writing things that make old people and kids feel the same way at the same time." All my titles are available in paperback and eBook on Amazon.ca here.

The Long Weekend Traffic Has Started on Highway 522

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Good Morning.

Well, we had some rain overnight, which in turn made the old grass grow. It also got the leaves on the trees showing themselves. I can’t think of anything nicer than to watch the trees and plants wake up after their long winter’s nap.

Highway 522 was really busy yesterday with campers moving into our area. I suspect a good many of them were heading for the government parks. I also noticed a lot of day trippers roaming around, and another sure sign the warmer weather is finally here are the bikers, as there were plenty of them rolling by our home.

522 is a fine route for riders, being surrounded by nature from one end to the other. If a person takes the time to notice, there are usually lots of critters to be seen along the way too. Mind you, the quieter bikes likely give folks a better chance of spotting them critters, as the louder ones tend to let the whole bush know they are coming well ahead of time. Such is life.

Our tulips and daffodils are putting on a real show this year, the tulips blooming in every color of the rainbow. Yesterday, I picked a few daffodils for my lovely wife and brought them inside. At the end of the day, while we were sitting by the TV, I noticed their sweet aroma was filling the whole house.

Now, I have been around for a good many springs, and I will tell you: there is not a perfume made by man that can match what nature puts out for free. It seems they give off more scent in the evening than they do during the day. Maybe they are just settling in for the night, same as the rest of us old-timers. It is interesting, to say the least.

Moving along, my wife and I worked the day away yesterday getting some outside things fixed up. There is always a lot that needs doing in the spring. But we are slowly getting things to where we like them to be. Our vegetable garden… I think I mentioned in another post, is worked up for the first time, and next weekend just before we get to planting things I will work it up one more time. Then we sit back and let nature take its course, creating some tasty meals all summer long.

Amazing what a feller can get out of a small piece of earth if one wants too.

On another note, them black flies haven’t made an appearance yet, but with this warm, humid weather, it won’t be long before they start making a nuisance of themselves. I reckon they’re just checking their watches and waiting for us to plant the tomatoes so they can invite all their friends over for lunch, with us being their main course.

So with that, I am off for my breakfast, and after that a chat with my lovely wife on the front porch will be in order. I have to tell ya… there is never a shortage of things to talk about. And you know what else? We are damn good at it too.

You all have a great day and in closing: Keep Your Minds Open And Your Stories Alive. GW

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Behind the Forecast: Old-School Instincts, Over Fifteen Years of Hard Data

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You might wonder… how I come up with the daily forecasts here on the Walters Post. Well to start things off, I don’t put much stock in fancy smartphone apps, and I have even less use for some corporate forecaster sitting in a glass tower 80 miles away, reading numbers off a screen he’s never had to step outside to verify.

Every prediction I give you is built from scratch, right here, using real-time data from my own Met One Instruments Met Station One.

Getting it up and running was never something I could have managed alone. If it weren’t for my son Karl, this whole operation would still be a notebook and a finger in the wind — which, come to think of it, isn’t a bad backup plan. Karl’s the high-tech one in the family. He did the heavy lifting: running cables, untangling wiring diagrams, and somehow convincing the whole system to talk properly to the computer. I mostly handed him things and tried not to interfere.

It’s been running now for over 15 years. It only missed a beat once — last winter, when frost heave shifted the ground and snapped the line running up the sensor tower. When it warmed up some I went out, patched it back together.

So for those that might be interested. Here’s what that setup delivers to my desk every morning:

Wind — A rugged three-cup anemometer and vane, set true to north, tracking speeds up to 50 m/sec with roughly ±2% accuracy. It gives me an early read on shifting systems before they announce themselves any other way. The wind always knows something before the rest of the sky does.

Temperature & Humidity — Housed in a radiation shield, so the sun can’t cook the sensors into lying to me, these instruments hold true ambient temperature to within ±0.5°C. That’s what lets me catch an overnight frost or a morning fog before it settles in and catches everyone else off guard.

Barometric Pressure — The real bread and butter. When the pressure drops, you reach for a slicker. When it rises, you can expect clearing skies and a better day to be alive. Simple as that, and it hasn’t changed since before any of us had smartphones or any other fancy gadget.

But here’s the thing: solid as that station is, I don’t just stare at screens.

You see, a machine will tell you what is happening, but it won’t always tell you what’s coming next. For that, I still rely on what the sky itself is saying. I watch how high the birds are flying. I notice how the leaves turn over before a storm rolls in, as a little flip that’s as reliable as any barometer I own. And I also pay attention to the colour a sunset leaves behind, when the day is done, because the sky has been making predictions a lot longer than I have.

So between Karl’s handiwork, and over 15 years of steady data, and a set of instincts that were old when the station was new, I’ve got about as good a setup as any backyard forecaster could reasonably hope for. Put them all together, and most days you’ll get a forecast worth trusting.

Of course, in saying all that… Mother Nature has a way of keeping a man humble regardless of how much equipment he’s got. I can still be wrong … and now, and then I am. But when I miss, it’s an honest miss, made right here on my own ground, with my own eyes, and nobody else to blame.

Which is, I suppose, exactly how it should be.

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open and Your Stories Alive! GW

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An Inside Look at The Walters Post

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Good Morning

It’s a cloudy morning here in cottage country, but the good news is it’s not all that cold. Which is fine with me as I am looking forward to some front porch sittin’ with my lovely wife.

That said that porch sittin’ part might be cut short a wee bit, if them black flies gets to roaming around. But speaking of them black flies I have noticed a lot of the birds are back that enjoys them for their meals, like the swallows, bluebirds, wrens and the stripped headed ones. And once it warms up some and the dragon flies wake up after their long winters nap, they will clean them up real quick.

But other than testing human’s sanity, and trying to carry you away piece by piece, and being a ready-made meal for the birds, they do have other uses. One would be that the black fly larvae are one of the main foods for brook trout and rainbow trout which in turn is great for us fishermen, as it keeps them fish nice an fat.

They also produce a large amount of waste, or what I would call fertilizer which feeds a lot of plants, especially the ones that grows in the water like water lilies.

Another thing that many doesn’t know is that they are great pollinators and without them there wouldn’t be many wild blueberries or wild flowers.

The old-timers used to say black flies build character. If that is true, Northern Ontario should be producing philosophers by the truckload. However… looking around these days, I can only assume some people stayed indoors.

Highway 522 has picked up traffic wise, which tells me folks aren’t staying home because of the high gas prices.

On another note I did manage to get my old rotavator running the other day and got my vegetable garden worked up. It’s a lot different from the rototiller’s of today, as it really chews and turns the soil over fine… instead of just scratching it up. Different beast entirely. I have to say I sure do enjoy the smell of fresh turned soil in the spring.

And once it warms up a wee bit more, my wife and I will get to planting our vegetables that we have been nursing for the past week or so. Nothing like fresh veggie salads all summer long. Not to forget them toasted tomato sandwiches. Damn making me hungry just thinking about them.

With that I am off for my morning bowl of organic oatmeal, not the kind you buy in most grocery stores though, but the kind that I order in special, no pesticides… or ingredients that I can’t even pronounce, or begin to figure out how to write. Some will know what I mean… those ‘good things’ we’re told are perfectly safe for us to eat, because the powers that be always have our best interests at heart… or so we’re told.

Until the next time: Keep your minds open and your stories alive. GW

All my books are available on my Amazon Author Page.

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A Cool Morning on Route 522

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Good morning!

Well, she’s a cool one waking up here in Northern Ontario. To top that off, we even had some frost, which tells me one thing: it’s not time to plant my vegetable garden just yet.

That said, I did get my old rotavator out the other day and worked the dirt up for the first time. I like to do that a couple of weeks ahead of planting; it gives the soil a chance to breathe after being compacted down over the winter.

I have to say, freshly turned soil sure looks nice. It smells nice, too—something akin to the first time you cut your grass in the spring. You can smell it for miles around. Well, at least I can! For the folks who use all those air fresheners in their homes, their sense of smell has just about had it. It’s a shame, too, as smell makes up a good portion of one’s life. It’s really no different than hearing or seeing.

On another note, the black flies aren’t out annoying anyone just yet, but the stripe-headed birds are back. That’s a sure sign that it won’t be long before those blood-sucking parasites show themselves.

Highway 522 is still quiet, which is normal for this time of year. We could see a bit of an uptick being that this is the long weekend. I say could, but nothing is definite. With what these oil companies are doing to us right now with the price of gas, well, I am sure that will keep plenty of folks at home, too. Can’t say I blame them, either.

The thing is, there is no earthly reason why they are raising these prices. Well, there is one, I guess, which is that they are making money hand over fist. But you know how it goes. All these folks that cause trouble or cheat people will get their just reward somewhere down the road a ways. It’s just a shame that we the working folks have to suffer from their idiocy in the meantime.

Anyway, that is about all I have to say here this morning.

Until the next time: Keep Your Minds Open & Your Stories Alive. GW

All my books are available on my Amazon Author Page.

If you purchase a book, a brief Amazon review really helps new readers discover my work—it means a lot.

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In Closing, I Would Like to Wish You Well!

George Walters | [email protected]