Smallville: Covenant

Covenant

Well spank me rosy and paint me green, that was one helluva episode. Holy crap, John Glover is truly an amazing actor. He raises the show to a whole new level. I’m really glad that I didn’t see this episode when it originally aired, or I would have been going insane(r) all summer waiting for the season premiere. At least you guys won’t have to wait much longer, my gratification will be delayed until next week, alas (thank god for spoilers).

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But such speculation is pointless for now, since the decisions are out of our hands and the big show is on tonight. I await the details with eager anticipation.

Enjoy the show everyone!

Marina Memories #2: Uncle Steve

Uncle Steve

Our family business is a marina. My sister and I spent untold hours there over the years. My memories of my dad are inextricably linked with the Marina. The Marina has been both good and bad for all of us. Every aspect of my life with my dad has been entwined with that place. He’s getting ready to retire in the next couple of years and I’m having a hard time imagining him without it. I think he is too

Jim “Steve” Stevenson was the founder and a fixture of the Marina. Shortly after WWII Steve and his friend Jack opened a business selling small boats, lawnmowers and gasoline. My dad started out working as a student during the summer and bought a share in the business the year my sister and I were born. As the years passed by the boats got bigger, Jack got crazier and Steve got crankier. This is the story of Steve.

By the time I knew him, Uncle Steve, who was neither my uncle nor named Steve, was a crusty old man. He spent each day stationed behind the service counter, striking terror in the hearts of the legions of young boys who worked at the Marina over the years. The service counter had a half door that was the only access to the shop from the store. He was short and hunched over, an early sign of the arthritis that would cripple him. With his deep raspy voice and cantankerous demeanour, he was like a troll waiting for a billy goat to pass by.( Read more... )