Author Archives: L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

About L. G. William Chapman, B.A., LL.B.

Past President, Mississippi Masonic Hall Inc.; Past Master (by demit) of Mississippi Lodge No. 147, A.F. and A.M., G.R.C. (in Ontario) Chartered by the Grand Lodge of Canada July 20, 1861; Don, Devonshire House, University of Toronto, Toronto, Ontario; Juris Doctor, Dalhousie Law School, Halifax, Nova Scotia; Bachelor of Arts (Philosophy), Glendon Hall, York University, Toronto, Ontario; Old Boy (House Captain, Regimental Sgt. Major, Prefect and Head Boy), St. Andrew's College, Aurora, Ontario.

Oh my!

As we approach having drawn breath for the better part of a century and thus commensurately despair of withstanding any portion of ambiguity, our behaviour is more perspicuous; which is to say, qualified or withdrawn. The allure for example of “going out” has evaporated; its glitter is noticeably diminished by our own dissolution and burgeoning homebody characterization. Broadly speaking, convenience and comfort are the rule. Unless we’re dining in a hotel where we’re staying, we don’t dine out for dinner.  Anything after sunset is literally off the table. Driving at nighttime at our age is not recommended. Consequently our limited culinary outings now focus on breakfast, brunch or late afternoon meals. Our restaurant choices (when separated by snow or distance from our beloved golf club) are known for ready accessibility and their quality food, nothing more or less. Sometimes as a result we are bound to dine on an outdoor picnic table; or seated at a typical beanery square table with four hard chairs; on occasion perched at a luncheon counter; once under a canopy by the sea. But certainly not clothed with a waistcoat and gold watch chain while seated upon red leather before white linen and silver service. After decades of boozing and labouring 4-course meals, we find it perfectly agreeable to settle on our own gastronomic concoctions augmented by domestic familiarity. Which isn’t to say we wouldn’t do it all again if given the chance – or had we the energy and clothes that fit – but let’s face it, things have changed. Though happily not for the worse.

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The perfect day!

It is befitting to accredit the United States of America (and specifically Hilton Head Island, South Carolina) with a well earned degree of magnanimity and verve.  Though the merit is more than passing I wish to capture the moment by going on record acknowledging the inexpressible pleasure we derive from being here once again. Even as I write these words, a glance upwards from my balcony perch overlooking Calibogue Sound reveals a porpoise arching across the water’s surface; and, the brilliant sunshine from the western sky streams upon me in the late afternoon. It is truly a favourable circumstance!

The deep channel between Hilton Head and Daufuskie Islands has long been known as Calibogue Sound, the word ‘calibogue’ being much like the Creek Indian word for ‘deep spring’, ‘calaobe’.  It has variously been spelled Calibogie, Caleboco, etc., probably referring to the fresh water spring or well on the bluff overlooking the Sound.

Peeples, Robert E. H.
An Index to Hilton Head Island Names (Before the Contemporary Development)

The invigoration was preceded this morning by a convalescent bicycle ride throughout nearby Lands End. After yesterday’s triumph on the beach I have relieved myself of that Stoic craving. I am now willingly disposed to contemplate the lesser expeditions expressive of one my advanced age and diminished capacity. At the same time I fondly recall my youthful outings on the beach years ago. I punctuated this morning’s leisurely adventure by driving my car and wending my way through the channels of live oak and magnolia trees along the silent, narrow roadways of Sea Pines. As I drove – with the windows open – I listened with rapture to the Great American songbook. Small wonder I am inclined to bow to the generosity of our host country.  Indeed I find myself progressively insinuated by all that is good about the United States of America; hence today’s featured image with the American flag.

Naturally the political evolution of the United States of America is currently paramount. It is a global absorption. While I cling to my belief that the majority of Americans of every stripe are united in their fervour for the highest of aspirations, I confess openly to my anxiety for receipt of proof following the upcoming presidential election in the fall. If nothing else the outcome will exhibit not only a matter of worldwide interest but also the acuity of my speculation. We have spent considerable time within the United States of America during which we have been pleased to acquaint ourselves with many Americans. Certainly we haven’t a library of vastly different acquaintances but it would be misleading to say the majority whom we’ve met haven’t been welcoming and inclusive. And apart from the social propriety we similarly grant the educational strength of the community. Further even without such credential the people with whom we have dealt have universally been of pleasant character and seeming upstanding disposition. By contrast I do not adjudge the American people based upon popular media, radio or television.  I restrict my capital for personal assessment to personal acquaintance. Thus my conclusions, if they were otherwise I would say so.

I made it!

Though the success of one ambition has led to the default of another, I have the happy circumstance of not caring less. Really to imagine that anything I do at this stage carries weight is pushing it. Speaking for myself however I rejoice today in having made it to the beach. The unrelated failure to which I allude is even less gripping, a technical computer issue of no consequence.

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Habit

Habit, though it has the unfavourable distinction of mediocrity and bland repetition, is for me nonetheless the much needed balance of my epicurean and hedonistic lifestyle. I find it permits me by its strict and seemingly unimaginative constraint to avoid what is otherwise often regrettable behaviour. Habit is an uncompromising commitment by any account. By my personal definition habit expresses the benefit of what is as well frequently the accumulation of years of sometimes punishing and loathsome experimentation. This is in spite of whatever cheerful or bawdy anecdotes may subsequently emerge. I am a confessed visceral person, one who submits readily to the allure of his instincts, passions and appetites. These are often perilous credentials. The examples of abuse are too numerous to mention, the most common among them being anything drinkable or digestible. And while I am able to argue my way out of material expense, I must nonetheless admit to often woeful accumulation and superfluity.

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More than enough

For days I had floated in my mind the possibility of having a warmed chocolate croissant and black coffee for breakfast at Sprout Momma on Arrow Road. Each time I pictured the culinary undertaking it materialized as a civilized and moderately European enterprise befitting a cosseted though constrained morning integration. And each day it surged with vibrato. Such is the artistic strength of my fancy. In my head I argued the nutritional propriety of coffee and a sweet. Especially first thing in the morning.  What, I reasoned, was a more urbane way to start a day!

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Things are about to change

Speculation is no doubt rampant worldwide. However the simple, bald and undeniable truth is that things are about to change. This is so quite apart from any media frenzy heightened as it may be by the glitter of royalty.  With King Charles III stepping back and possibly down to William the entire world is on the precipice of change and likely to be overshadowed by climate and pollution. This bodes ill for MAGA among other global interests.

If the King were to become so ill that he is unable to carry out his full duties on a temporary basis, he would be able to delegate some of them to two or more Counsellors of State. The current Counsellors of State are Camilla, William, Harry, Princess Anne, Prince Edward, Prince Andrew, and Princess Beatrice. If the King became completely unable to carry out his constitutional duties, to the point where the state could no longer function properly, his powers can be withdrawn and assumed by a regent. Under a 1937 law, that would be the next in line to the throne, which is Prince William.

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Languishing by the sea

Liz Taylor and Richard Burton were parading upon the large screen television when I drifted into the drawing room earlier this afternoon. The technicolor production of V.I.P.s (1963) was iconic. With an astonishingly young Maggie Smith, Rod Taylor, Margaret Rutherford (of Miss Marple fame), the portly (though extremely well attired) Orson Welles and handsome Louis Jordan.  Elsa Martinelli (of whom I had never heard) gave a creditable performance too.  The costumes were by Pierre Cardin exhibiting Miss Taylor in an uncommonly discrete reversible mink/overcoat, the first example of which I had seen at Pat Flesher Luxury Outerwear in Ottawa, Ontario.

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International Court of Justice

Last week, as the International Court of Justice (ICJ) issued a provisional ruling in South Africa’s lawsuit against Israel, it sent an authoritative message to the world: Allegations of genocide against Israel are not meritless. Notwithstanding Hamas’s unlawful conduct that started the war last October, the court clearly indicated an overwhelming disapproval of the way that Israel has been fighting the war—stating, notably, that Palestinians face a “real and imminent risk” to their right to be protected from acts of genocide.

The ruling issued by the ICJ ordered six provisional measures including for Israel to refrain from acts under the Genocide convention, prevent and punish the direct and public incitement to genocide, and take immediate and effective measures to ensure the provision of humanitarian assistance to civilians in Gaza.

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Afternoon retreat

It isn’t every day that invites the lethargy and revitalization of an afternoon retreat.  But today is one of those days.  The weather is windy and cool. The sea and the sky are grey. And I’ve accomplished what for me are the routine essentials of daily living; namely, getting out of bed before nine o’clock in the morning, undertaking the usual ablutions and refreshment of clothing, bicycle ride and car wash.  Sadly perhaps that’s it.  And to be honest I say so without apology or regret.  In fact if I were to outline to anyone of my age a favourable way to spend one’s day, I cannot think of any manner more ideal – other than communion of one sort or another with one’s family or friends, reading a good book, performing a hobby or playing the piano.  All of which is to say that I acknowledge the limitation of my daily enterprise but I am willing to accept that others have a far more expansive regime than I.

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Staring at the wall

It’s Sunday morning.  Traditionally a time for leisure and thoughtful repose.  Thankfully, in spite of having gone to bed late last night, I awoke before nine o’clock this morning.  Immediately I attacked a technical computer problem which is what kept me going until after midnight. I got it working in part, then abandonded the ambition in the interest of preserving my sanity and to acknowledge the lack of imperative.  Some things really don’t matter.

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