Basketballs in the Living Room - N. J. Lindquist

My Personal Stories and Articles

Twenty-one articles I wrote for my "That's Life!" column in the Markham Economist and Sun

While entertaining guests in our living room one day, I happened to glance under the piano bench, and there in all its splendour sat—a basketball.

Was I embarrassed? Well, yes. But fortunately I remembered, not for the first time, a column by Erma Bombeck that I'd read years before.

It was about her embarrassment at having a basketball in the living room when an important visitor dropped by.

With four active sons, I’ve had my share of basketballs in the living room—and soccer balls, volleyballs, footballs, baseballs, tennis balls, frisbees... I could go on. But the neat thing is that because of Erma’s column, I’ve been able to smile and say, “Erma would understand.”

As long as I can remember, I’ve enjoyed columns about ordinary life. As a child and teenager, I rushed to get the newspaper first so I could read Gregory Clark. Later it was Erma. Still later, Gary Lauten. It was my dream to one day write like them....

And one day, I did get a job at my local newspaper writing a weekly column called "That's Life!"

This short book contains the 21 personal columns I wrote for the paper. I'll be posting many of them here.

Basketballs in the Living Room Are Part of Life

While entertaining guests in our living room one day, I happened to glance under the piano bench, and there in all its splendour sat—a basketball. Was I embarrassed? Well, yes. But I remembered, not for the first time, a column

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Can’t I Buy Groceries Without Getting Depressed?

I’m in the checkout line buying groceries. As usual, I glanced at the magazine headlines for a casual check of what’s going on. But all I saw were headlines screaming at me: “Get Thin in Three Weeks!” “Firm up-fast with

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On taking things for granted

Some years ago, I endured a long night at a hotel where I tossed and turned, trying to get comfortable. You see, I had forgotten to bring my own pillow, and the one the hotel supplied just didn’t feel right.

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