2014
Category Archives: Canada
George
George wanted to express his thoughts more delicately and elegantly than his email which I published earlier.
Dear Bob Cain (if that’s your real name),
I’m sorry you lost such an integral portion of your income when the Comox District Free Press closed in 1994 (after a fight to the death between Thomson Newspapers and the GCIU union). I can understand why an editor wouldn’t pay for your photographs, but to not publish them? It boggles the mind.
I moved to the U.S. in 1998 and published newspapers around Puget Sound, most recently The Olympian in Olympia. Never once did you send me a photograph of your friends doing strange things on Hornby Island, as you liked to do almost daily back in the old country.
But I have good news. I’ve retired and moved back home to Comox, and started a website for news, commentary and photography called Decafnation.net. And I would love to publish some of your new work.
According to my accountant’s calculations based on the cost of living, the inflation rate and how many times you’ve made fun of me on your so-called personal website, I can afford to pay FIVE TIMES what I used to pay you. Wow! I can’t believe I said that. I’m so generous.
All I require is some proof that you’re the real Bob Cain. You could be faking it. I notice, for example, that there isn’t one picture of you on your so-called website. Sound suspicious? I think so.
Your benefactor,
George Le Masurier
Check out his site. If you care about what’s going on in Courtenay/Comox this is the place. Decafnation.net.
Seaplane
2014
Seeing Red
So…Red Robinson is retiring. Again!
In 1961, the year my friend Ron and I signed onto a Norwegian freighter and sailed to Japan. (another story) Red was DJing at a local radio staiton (CFUN, I think). He was definitely the Rock and Roll champ and catered to teenagers.
As we neared the BC coast on our return trip the radio in the workers lounge began to pick up Vancouver radio stations. Red was on one night and part of his program was helping High School students with their homework. The phone in discussion was about salt (nacl). One caller yelled into the phone “Hey Red, what about the salt on the end of your cock? How does that taste?”
Dead silence. This was before radio stations introduced delayed broadcasting. It might have been this call that started it. Red went to some music and never mentioned the call.
A few years later I was into photography and my good friend Diana Tchakalian who was working public relations at Red’s latest radio station hired me to shoot a promo shot of Red embracing something or somebody. Unfortunately by this time Red was cleverly conscious of Self promotion and required me to give up the negatives. So, I have no proof of my brush with fame and Red doesn’t have to worry about anyone else publishing his photo or asking about salt.