Norm’s Notes

  • Uberrima Fidei

    Uberrimae Fidei– utmost good faith– is a legal concept at the heart of a good deal of contract interpretation. It goes more or less like this: If I ask you to enter into an agreement with me, and I have relevant knowledge that you do not have, but which would affect your decision if you…

  • Mum’s War

    In the early summer of 1939 my Mum turned twenty. She was pretty, vivacious, joyous, and privileged. Her father’s prosperous business gave her and her siblings private schooling, the loveliest of fashions, and long summers in their beloved Wales. Life was good. By her twenty-first birthday, my Mum was in uniform, living in barracks, in…

  • A Fragile Deity

    It may be flattering to think that Thor, Odin, or Zeus, or the God of Judaism, Christianity, or Islam (or any of their thousands of sects), can’t get along without me. But I’m afraid I’m not their guy. This isn’t to pick and choose amongst the constellation of deities claiming sole place– that’s your business,…

  • Luck

    “I know what you’re thinking. ‘Did he fire six shots or only five’? Well to tell you the truth, in all this excitement, I kind of lost track myself. But being that this is a .44 Magnum, the most powerful handgun in the world, and would blow your head clean off, you’ve got to ask…

  • Th Fnny Thng

    The human mind is an amazing thing, and we don’t give ourselves enough credit. Take something as simple as reading and understanding text. In our English speaking world we take for granted that sounds can be transliterated into phonemes formed by (more or less) predictable combinations of letters, that the phonemes can be jammed together…

  • On War

    We are universally horrified by the atrocity of war in Ukraine. As we should be. But we should be neither surprised nor complacent. War and its attendant atrocities are as old as our species, in fact, older. Savagery by one group of primates against another is well documented. Birds, and even insects, carry out massive…

  • Doc

    My dear old Dad made it to just past 102. His mind stayed sharp until the last year or two, and even then he could still carry on an interesting conversation. But because he slept so much and his dreams were so vivid, the boundary between reality and imagination became blurred. Really blurred. One evening…

  • Potholes

    In Canada, as in most northern countries, spring means potholes. In French they’re aptly described as nids de poule, “hen’s nests”. Whatever you call them, potholes result when a tiny bit of water makes its way into a crack in the pavement, where it freezes and expands. The expansion in the brittle, frozen asphalt creates…