Chris Sunter

Another friend has passed away.

Chris was a good friend in highschool. We stayed in touch for a while as we drifted in different directions in college and university. Some great memories of playing and watching hockey, cutting class, enjoying a beer or two. We wrote to each other while he went to Australia and I worked in northern Ontario. I have good memories of Chris, I wish that we could have remained in touch all these years, but that’s on me.

Unknown to me at the time in the 70s and 80s, Chris was a gay man. He hid it well, as most gay men felt they had to, in the extremely hostile non-inclusive society we lived in back then. As a member of our slightly nerdy but still athletic social class, we played a lot of hockey, drank beer and had vulgar conversations until the wee hours. He seemed to fit in well, and enjoyed our company. He talked about girls with us, and we suspected nothing. After high school Chris and I kept in touch, meeting for the occasional after-school drink in our university/college days. I’m embarrassed to say that in one such discussion, I made some anti-gay remarks, which upset him (truth be told, I was not very open-minded in my youth). I sloughed it off as just 2 guys talking in a bar, and that seemed to settle him. 

Some time after that, my dad mentioned that Chris had some articles published in the Ottawa Citizen, in which he argued for improved gay rights - my dad said that he thought that Chris was gay. I laughed it off - no way, not my friend Chris; he’s just writing topical articles. My last conversation with Chris was on the phone - I tried relentlessly to get him to come to a mutual friend’s party, but he steadfastly refused to come, much to my disappointment. Years later, as I became less blind, and more tolerant of others different from me, I realized that my dad was right, and that I had made a terrible mistake in my assumptions and indeed, my attitudes in my friendship with Chris. Years later, I looked him up on social media (he was not very visible), and found that he taught in China, later was on the market for another teaching gig, and finally was working in Africa. I didn’t try to connect, as I feared that might still hold a grudge - not that I could blame him.

I’m sorry that he is gone, and I hope that he had a full life. I’m more sorry that I ruined our friendship, and lost something because of it.

The photo shows Chris making a save against my team in the senior hockey playoffs -- he was an exceptional goalie.

https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/christopher-sunter-1088583276

Catching up on my book list

 I've done a lot of reading over the last 4 years leading up to the pandemic, and during the pandemic. So rather than a single post per book, I'm going to catch up with some multi-book posts. Here goes...

Red Blood Black Sand

Tatum, C.

A US marine tells his story about his enlistment into the USMC, his boot camp and training, culminating in his intense experiences on Iwo Jima with the 5th Marine division. His story is one of the 4 books used as source material for the mini-series The Pacific. Tatum was 17 years old when he joined the marines, and he was in battle by the age of 18. He was in a machine gun platoon which included 8 men in his squad. By the time he and another were evacuated with injuries and dysentery, there were only 2 left - all the others had been killed. In fact, most of the officers in his regiment were either killed (including the regimental commander, and his best friend) or wounded. The battle lasted over a month, but he and one other were sent out of the battle zone after 21 days of constant combat. At that point, they were on track for an (unwilling) honourable discharge, which included Silver Star and Purple Heart medals for Tatum. As a 17/18 year-old kid in the USMC, there were hijinks and trouble, but nothing too serious. But once he was on Iwo, it was life-and-death from start to finish.

There also some interesting overlap with other books on the subject of the war in the Pacific - he mentioned that the drinking water tasted like gasoline. In Eugene Sledge’s "With the Old Breed", he and another marine were detailed to clean out old oil barrels by an officer. The officer didn’t say why, so they didn’t bother. Later, they had to drink water from those barrels! Perhaps that was a common mistake?

Those days on Iwo Jima were the most significant events of their lives, the memories haunting them for the rest of their lives. In his efforts to write this book, he strived to connect with many of his marine friends, and actually did get to talk to several of them, making a good wrap-up chapter in his book.

Another fine book by a marine grunt in the Pacific in WW2.
8/10

Tannoy Calling

McQuiston, J. H.

Memoirs of a Canadian RCAF bomber pilot in 1944/45 WW2 Europe. Honestly, I noticed the book because of the title- I’m a bit of a Tannoy audiophile speaker aficionado. But the context of “tannoy” at the time was the manufacturer of P.A. speakers used by the military for decades - the British called them by the manufacturer’s name - much like we call tissues by the manufacturer’s name (Kleenex). Anyway, the context of the book is that announcements for pending missions were received on the base through these PA speakers. So, by default, I was interested.

Had some interesting things to say about being in England - “if you like the weather, you’ll love the food”... And some about the Halifax bomber - “A leak in the hydraulic system was corrected by judicious application of urinary reserves”... And some incredible happenings - like the time only one man survived the crash of a Halifax bomber; he bailed out too low for his parachute to open, but the airplane fell faster than he did, and when it hit, it exploded, the blast flinging the survivor upwards, allowing his parachute to open…

McQuiston writes about what mattered most to young wartime pilots “happy to be young and alive flying big powerful warplanes” - that flying in action against the enemy - surviving, getting drunk and getting laid. 7/10

The Dark Wing

Hunt, W. H.

Another outer space shoot-em-up. This time, mankind is in a desperate war against the vicious Zor race - bird-like humanoids. After two generations of wars - generally successful by human standards - the Zor suing for peace after failing to succeed in their goal of annihilating humanity, and breaking the peace to attack again - humanity changes their tactics. They arm up, give an expert on the Zor (Admiral Marais) full command of an invasion fleet, to “do whatever it takes” to eliminate the Zor threat once and for all. 

Planning to wipe the species out, he instead forces an unconditional surrender, with a guaranteed peace. Turns out that’s not what a mysterious third-party wanted. The Admiral and his followers are booted out of the space-Navy for committing atrocities against their former enemies, and now humanity and their Zor allies face an unknown superior race bent on destroying them both…
5/10

We Will Stand by You

Mason, T.C.

Second book by the Author of Battleship Sailor, about his second (and last) ship in the US Navy in WW2 - the USS Pawnee. His first was a pre-WW2 battleship, sunk at Pearl Harbour; his second was a sea-going tug. He tells us about his 26 months aboard under (mostly) three captains. The Pawnee was a happy ship under the first two, but a hellish ship under the third. But they got their notoriety and glory under him but staying with their charge (a torpedoed cruiser) while under attack, and while the cruiser was hit by another torpedo, and bringing it safely to port. Mason, still violently angry at Navy leadership (esp. his own ship’s) for being unprepared at Pearl Harbour, continues to be angered by the failings of Navy officers afterwards. To be fair, he has much respect for competent or heroic officers. As an enlisted man, he saw up close what RHIP means to the little guy - i.e., continually getting screwed over. Nice piece of writing; captivating and full of excellent detail about enlisted men serving in the WW2 USN.

6/10

Augustine - A Life

Wills, G.

I read this book to acquire a basic understanding of who Saint Augustine was, and how he impacted Christianity. What I learned was that he was born in Africa - in Hippo Regius, modern day Annaba, Algeria. He visited Rome and other places in Italy, and was in Italy when Rome was sacked in 410 by Aleric. (By then Rome had been replaced as the capital of the empire (now Constantinople), and by Ravenna in the west. And it turns out that Aleric was a Christian. The result was that if you weren’t in Rome at that time, not a lot changed.) Anyway, Augustine spent most of his time in Africa, but had important contacts all through the empire and in the holy land. He was a prolific writer - starting out with the intent to explain the Christian religion using Platonic-style liberal arts rhetoric, and ending up “expounding the whole circle of knowledge in Christian terms, and to refute other schools of thought”... whew; tall order. That’s not to say that he was some type of anti-science blowhard - he was nothing of the sort. His arguments were primarily with other Christians - first groups like the Manicheans, and finally anyone at all who refuted the basic tenets of Christianity.

So was I successful in understanding who Saint Augustine was, and how he impacted Christianity? Well, hard to say - however, I do know more than I did. Is that enough? Meh.
Wills is a good writer, but this was a hard read for me.
4/10

The Pepper Dog

Sunday was a sad day in our home; we had to say goodbye to our wonderful puppy dog Pepper. For a smallish dog, she has been such a huge part of our family for more than 15 years. A good friend once commented that she was a very sweet dog, and that is the perfect description of Pepper – she was a very sweet dog, and will always be remembered by us as such. After our previous dog passed, we agreed that we would wait some time before even thinking about a replacement, but not three weeks later, we went on a ‘casual mission of discovery’ just to see what was out there. Well, second place we went, we saw Pepper, and all of us agreed that we should bring her home. 

In a short time, she was my companion, and she was G’s best friend – or maybe G’s little girl – or maybe both. Technically, she was J’s dog, and she was always glad to see him whenever he came home for supper, laundry, etc. She had it in her head that maybe she could claim a spot higher in the pack hierarchy than S – so for 15 years, they eyed each other with suspicion. All dogs are different, and they all have their own unique personalities.
At different times, she was a very nervous dog, a frisky dog, a silly dog, a smelly dog, a bossy dog, a suacy dog, and like all dogs, sometimes an annoying dog. At this time, I don’t know whether or not we’ll get another dog – the pain of her loss is too fresh – but certainly, there will never be a sweeter doc than our dear Pepper…

The Mount Rushmore of hockey

Saw an interesting article in a Facebook post a while back (it asked 'who were the best hockey goalies of all time'), and it got me thinking about who were the actual best hockey players ever. So here it is - The Mount Rushmore of hockey - Who were the greatest four hockey players in hockey history?

How do you quantify the best players? There are forwards who are counted on to do the scoring, defense who are responsible mostly to defend, and goalies who have to stop the puck. I am arbitrarily eliminating goalies from the top-4 list because the top players need to be compared in some similar ways. Plus, I was a goalie, so I'm comfortable with it.

The numbers that I think matter are goals scored in a season, scoring championships, and league MVP honors. The best players should really be scoring a lot of goals, and should be voted as most-valuable in their best years. Only makes sense.

So who are the players?

Maurice 'Rocket' Richard
I wanted to include Rocket Richard in this list due to his big-game presence, and his record 50 goals in 50 games. His super intensity also carries weight (see this image of him in a game against the Rangers). It took almost 20 years for another player to score 50. Some might say that he got his 50 when the league was watered down - many star players were absent during the war. But it was still a big deal. Digging into the stats, we see that he led the league in goals scored five times, but he never won a scoring race. He also won the league MVP only one time. 

Gordie Howe
Compare Rocket's numbers to contemporary star player Gordie Howe - Mr. Hockey also led the league in goals scored five times, but also won the scoring race six times. He was also voted MVP six times. Howe was the first five-tool hockey player - he was very fast, he was very good with his stick, he was a heck of a shooter, he scored big goals, and he was big and tough. So tough that even the fighters didn't want to fight him, let alone non-fighters, or other star players (see this image of Howe with Richard).  I think Howe's numbers put him significantly ahead of Richard. 

Howe was a great player, but he was also perhaps the most feared player in the game - the "Gordie Howe hat-trick" is named after him - a goal, an assist and a fight in a single game. I had to also throw in this extra image of Howe, playing for the Whalers in the late 1970s, roughing up another tough customer - while Howe was in his 50s... (The Quebec Nordiques player is in his 20s...) On top of that, his longevity was legendary. He was still an effective player in his 50s, in a sport where some players lose their effectiveness by age 30...

Bobby Hull
I also wanted Bobby Hull on the list of four greatest players - I was always a huge fan of the Golden Jet. He led the league in scoring seven times (eight if you count his WHA years), and won the scoring race three times.

Bobby Hull was the second player to score 50 in a season, and did it four times. He broke the Rocket's record of 50, and set the new record at 52, then 54, and then 58. He then scored 77 goals in a season while playing for the WHA Winnipeg Jets. But Bobby only won a single MVP, losing out a few times to other star players, and even a teammate a couple of times. 

Hull also revolutionized the game by making the slap shot the most devastating shot in the game. He didn't invent it, but he perfected it, and scored so often with the slap shot, that after Hull, all players could shoot using the slap shot. Arguably, one could say that the emphasis on the slap shot resulted in less emphasis on other very important aspects of the game, like skating, stick handling, etc. Young players would work on the slapper before perfecting their skating and stick handling skills. He was also hockey's golden boy - he was the Robert Redford or Brad Pitt of hockey. Either way you look at it, Bobby Hull made a huge impact on the game of hockey.

Mario Lemieux
Mario was maybe the most dynamic and skilled player ever. He had speed, size and skill - all three more than most other platers. Some were bigger (very few), some were faster (even fewer), and nobody had as much skill in terms of stick handling, making teammates look good, and embarrassing opposition players. Mario was the original highlight-reel player; it was almost like he specialized in embarrassing opposition players. No defenseman wanted to be faced with a one-on-one against him. No goalie wanted to face him on a breakaway, or even worse - shudder - a penalty shot... Mario led the league in goals three times, won the scoring title six times, and was MVP three times. He battled cancer during his playing career, and led the league in goals twice after that. Mario, too, had impressive longevity. He retired for three years, and came back to finish second in MVP voting at age 35.

These are the 'bubble' players (as if you can count any of these great players anything else but great). However, there are two players who are locks in the top four. 

Bobby Orr
One, Bobby Orr, never led the league in goals, but won the scoring race two times - AS A DEFENSEMAN. If Bobby Hull revolutionized the game with his shooting, Bobby Orr revolutionized the game by making the position of defenseman a dangerous offensive weapon. It didn't matter which Bruins players were on the ice -- if Orr was on the ice, the opposing team HAD to focus on him. He was a feared puck handler - more than any defenseman before or after him. Many people will say that he was the greatest player of all time; and it would be tough to argue against that. As if that weren't enough, he was also a pretty tough customer - if you wanted to drop the gloves with Bobby, you'd better be ready, because he didn't lose many fights... In his injury-shortened career, he was MVP three times, and was voted the best defenseman eight times - failing to win it only once, as a rookie (and he finisher third in voting that year). 

Wayne Gretzky
The other lock is 'The Great One' - and his numbers are unparalleled. He led the league in goals five times (and holds the season record of 92 goals in 82 games), and won the scoring title 11 times. (Yes, 11 times.) He was league MVP nine times. His numbers put him at the top of the list, and it's not close. Gretzky was an enigma. There were faster skaters (at least three on his own team!!); there were harder shooters (plenty); there were bigger players (again, plenty); there were niftier stick handlers, but there was nobody better. He was in on big goals all the time. Few could break a game open like he could. Nobody could control a game like he could. Nobody could pass the puck like he could. Nobody could see the ice like he could.  Experts say that in his prime, he could see plays developing before they happened. It wasn't fair! 

He dominated so completely, that in hockey pools, you couldn't pick Gretzky - you could only pick Gretzky Goals or Gretzky Assists...

Here is a numbers summary:

Player   Most-Goals Scoring-Titles MVP
Rocket   5           0             1

Howe     5           6             6

Hull     7(8)        3             1

Mario    3           6             3

Orr      0           2             3
Gretz    5          11             9

I surprised myself by rating the top 4 players in hockey history - I always said Orr was the best, and that Bobbly Hull had to be there too, but the numbers are convincing. 

The hockey Mount Rushmore players:

1. Wayne Gretzky

2. Gordie Howe

3. Bobby Orr

4. Mario Lemieux

Pat Lakanen

One of my best buds suddenly passed away recently; I’ve known him for 40 years, and it's surreal to think that he's really gone.

He was my first roomie when I left the nest while in college, and effectively was my unofficial big brother. He had a great sense of humor, which is how we initially became friends. Pat, myself and another college friend, Bob Hill, spent a lot of time together in college days, especially on Friday pub nights, Saturdays at the pubs, and I guess other nights, too. Those were good times, to be sure. One day in 1981, I mentioned to Pat that another friend of mine had backed out of finding an apartment near the college, and he immediately suggested he take his place. Pat was living in an apartment in Vanier at the time with “a bunch of ants” as he put it - plus it would cut his rental costs in half, so it was a win-win situation.

Soon after he moved in, he insisted on going out for a sandwich, and suggested smoked meat at Nate’s - I’d never had one before, but he insisted that I would love it. He was right. 

One night we were up all night cramming for an Electronics 4th semester exam (while listening to Van Halen’s first LP over-and-over). It was a key/central course in the program, and one could not afford to flunk that. Neither one of us was confident going in - on the drive to the college in the morning, we were coming up to the Queensway on-ramp, and he said “Let’s forget this and go to Montreal for breakfast.” I was quiet for a second (and carefully considered it), but I came to my senses and said ‘no’ just in time, and we proceeded to the college to write the exam. As it turned out, we both did well on the exam - I guess ‘well enough’ is more accurate. That could easily have gone a different way.

I entered the college co-op program that year, so we weren’t in the same classes anymore, but still lived in the apartment - and I was ‘rich’ for the four months of my work terms, so we ate and drank better in those times.

Often, we would go our separate ways on Friday nights, and would come home to find the other asleep on the sofa or the bean-bag chair we had. One Friday I came home to him snoring away on the floor, and I quietly and slowly began to close a monkey wrench on his nose - that woke him up fast, and I had to duck a good roundhouse. Another time he found me snoring on the sofa, so he started hitting me with this stuffed teddy-bear-like snake he had - I awoke to that treatment countless times. 

He told me some interesting things about his family life, including imprisoning one of his sisters in her bedroom by placing an old transformer (harmless) in front of her bedroom door. He also had some interesting and unique sayings and terminology - 

• Bob the Giraffe (I can’t remember the context, but was used many times)
• ‘Wherever you go, there you are’...
• ‘A good time, not a long time’...
• ‘Losing is fine, but winning is grand’...

His phone calls always ended with... ‘bye, now’...

Eventually he graduated and got a job in Burlington, and was gone. We kept in touch though, and he was back in town occasionally, and Bob Hill and I went down to Burlington a couple of times. In 1987, the three of us met for beers at the Mayfair pub off Elgin street the day after Christmas, and decided at about midnight that we would drive to Florida the next morning. We did that, and 21 hours later, we were checking into a beach-side resort (off-season rates). During our time there, Pat and I checked out the beach, and found a pelican on the pier. Also drove down to the Kennedy Space Center - that was very cool. Later, I think the three of us may have had beers at several pubs - that was a great trip.

At about that time, his career took him to the US for several years, where I believe he did quite well financially - his analytical mind made him an excellent tech professional. He eventually wound up back in Ottawa, working for one or two tech firms. He went entrepreneurial for a couple of years, doing POS software (displacing mechanical cash registers with computers and software). I think he did quite well at that as well. After that job ended abruptly, he took a job at another Ottawa tech company, where he enjoyed more success.

After several years, he was laid off, and a government placement functionary told him to get out of tech. I thought that was bad advice, but he went with it. He then went into the home renovation business, which lasted 20+ years. He was a very skilled craftsman, much better than most. At some point 10+ years ago, unfortunate circumstances saw his fortunes change for the worse. I was very worried for him at that time, the ordeal seemed to weaken him and to visibly age him. 

Eventually he got past that, and his financial situation improved somewhat. He spoke about getting back into tech off-and-on - he talked about smartphone software and IT security - he would have been a natural at either one. But he worked long hours in the reno business, and never found the time to push his way back to where he belonged professionally (that's just my opinion). 

I last saw him before Christmas - I needed some plumbing work done, and he was the obvious person. He worked at my place for a couple of days - I took him to lunch, but he refused to let me pay, and insisted on paying for me. He was looking forward to spending time with his sister north of Toronto over the holidays. On his way back, there was a head-on collision that killed him instantly. What a terrible shock. 

I’ll miss you, my friend, and I will not forget you... bye now...

https://www.cbc.ca/news/canada/ottawa/algonquin-park-fatal-crash-1.6722011

https://ottawacitizen.remembering.ca/obituary/patrick-lakanen-1087067275/

Tick, tick, tick...

I've done a lot of reading over the pandemic, and I don't expect that to change much going forward. Reason being that I am now old (63), and can't really play sports anymore - other than golf - and I mostly work from home. Reading is now a thing I do every day, but only at lunch time and before bed - I occasionally sit down a read for a few hours, but that's not really part of the pattern. 

Anyway, over the pandemic and since then, I have read 31 books. Seems impressive, but really that's only 31 books in 30 months; so one book a month. I'm 63. Maybe I'll live to 73, but I think that might be a bit optimistic. Based on that, I have probably 120 books left in me, tops. Frig; I think I have that many unread books in my office right now, and another 50 or so in my "wanted books" list. Frig.

Bored yet? Two more...

The Reality Dysfunction

(Part 1)

Hamilton, P.F.

Peter Hamilton is still long-winded, but I liked this book better than I liked Pandora’s Star. More interesting places, and for the most part, more interesting characters. Well, to me, anyway. Some rather confusing space-aliens didn’t help - more on that later.

It started off bad - a lengthy description of faster-than-light spaceships that are grown - along with their captain-pilots, to ensure some type of holistic (and pseudo telepathic) connection between ships. The ships are intelligent, and love their captains. They also have babies near the end of their lives - when the pilot’s offspring are also born. And they grow up together, And they love each other. At this stage, I almost quit. 

Anyway, the main ship-captain pairing are Oenone and (Edenist) Syrinx, and serve a term in the Confederation Navy. (Edenism is one of the confusing religions in the Confederation.) Later, we’re introduced to the more interesting Joshua Calvert - a 19-20 year old genetically engineered scavenger who finds an archaeological artifact of great value, and sells it at auction for big money. The archaeological subject is the Laymil, a race of intelligent and technically advanced beings who apparently killed themselves in a mass suicide/genocide. A gas giant planet, Mirchusko, has a ring of debris created originally from 1000’s of destroyed Laymil habitat satellites, and that’s where Calvert makes his find. With his winnings, (paid on the orbiting space habitat Tranquility) he rebuilds his deceased father’s space ship - the Lady Macbeth - and starts a new career as a successful freelance space cargo hauler and successful womanizer. 

We’re also introduced to a 19-20 year old troubled genetically enhanced kid - Quinn Dexter - assigned as a virtual slave on a newly colonized jungle-planet - sentenced to do all the manual labour for the new colonists. The planet - Lalonde - is poor, and colonists face decades of hardship before any chance of prosperity, meaning that the slaves (Ivets) don’t have much to look forward to.

Now for the aliens and other oddities. There is the Ly-cilph, an ancient and seemingly benevolent non-corporeal species whose purpose is to map and learn everything about everything. Then there’s Laton - okay, he’s human, but an antagonist doing research on immortality - by transferring consciousness into others’ (unwilling) bodies. And finally, there is the ??? - energy entities, similar in nature to the Ly-cilph, but aggressive, who seem to be doing the same thing as Laton, but far more efficiently, and threatening all life on Lalonde, and presumably, everywhere else…

Yeah; weird, but still...

7/10

The Reality Dysfunction

(Part 2)

Hamilton, P.F.

Peter Hamilton’s “world building” takes up a lot of page turning - a lot. However, part 2 of The Reality Dysfunction moved a lot faster - don’t get me wrong, there are still pages and pages of world building, but it is spaced out with a lot of action - a lot more than in part 1. For the first time, I can say that I can’t stop reading a Peter Hamilton book. This is a good ride. 

Turns out the ??? are the dead - that have been given the power to return from “the beyond” (sort of like vampires) through the intersection of universes caused inadvertently by the Ly-cilph. They begin taking over bodies on Lalonde, and eventually possess almost all of the human settlers. Gradually, they leave on transports destined for many other planets, where they plan to completely take over. Military intervention starts on Lalonde, with mercenaries dropped to reconnoiter, most of whom are possessed; the Dead gain more mobility when the transports return to the motherships in orbit. Once there, they start destroying other ships, making an invasion force untenable. Josh Calvert and crew are involved, but avoid possession (aka sequestration), while managing to save the last bunch of kids and a couple of adults from certain doom. In typical Hamiltonian fashion, the book ends with an introduction to another series of 500+ page books. Well, we’ll see…

8/10