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It was while working at a Nuclear Generating Station in Ontario, Canada that the author met many American contractors who specialized in nuclear contract work within North America.

These men and women jokingly called themselves Nuclear Whores and the website in which they found work was called http://www.roadwhore.com/.

According to the online ‘Urban Dictionary’, a Road Whore is defined as: “A temporary worker from out of town. In engineering and construction, road whores seek out and find massive bonuses, high pay rates, hazardous duty pay, per diem, housing allowances and any form of premium remuneration”.

These new friends taught him the ways of the contractor and he soon began a life as a nuclear contract engineer, moving from project to project around Ontario.

Soon after beginning his life as a nuclear contract worker, the author met and fell in love with a news journalist while doing improvisation at Second City in Toronto.

Three years later they got married. A year after that they gave birth to a son.

Unfortunately their love was short-lived. It ended two years into their marriage while living in Kincardine, Ontario while working under contract at the Bruce Nuclear Facility and she was home with their son.

One day, she packed everything including their son and moved to Oakville leaving the author in Kincardine, all alone.

Like many parents who suddenly find themselves inthis position, the author was surprised when told he was not an equal parent of his 1 year old son, but was what his divorce lawyer referred to as a “Secondary Parent”.

As such, he was not allowed to talk to his son whenever he wanted or to see him whenever he wanted. He had to fight to see his own son, and this took time.Without his boy in his daily life, he couldn’t eat, sleep or work. He was absolutely devastated.

After a few days, he went to his family physician who was immediately concerned for the author’s well‑being. This country doctor suggested a personal remedy of his for overcoming difficult times; he told him to concentrate all his thoughts away from the negativity of the present to the funny, happy stories of his past. He suggested trying to relive these memories, by recollecting them through painting, writing, songs, etc...

So, he wrote.

Each day, he concentrated on one funny, true story from his past. He would think about it for hours at a time, sometimes all day, and then would write it down. It took 42 days for the author’s lawyer to get visitation permission to visit his son in Oakville and in that time he wrote the stories that compile this blog.






Neil Before Max!




I was leading a bunch of new engineers through the conventional side of the Pickering Nuclear Generating Station on our way to do a field inspection. We were on our way to meet our safety guide Neil, who works for operations as a radiation expert. Neil was going to guide our group through the nuclear side of the power plant.

Although the ten or so engineers that I was leading had all taken the basic safety and beginners' radiation course they were still all very new to this environment. Many of them didn't speak English well and I could tell most were not yet totally at ease with the prospect of being inside a nuclear station.

The long hallway we were walking down runs the entire length of the station and is over a kilometer long. It is very busy in some sections and hearing protection is mandatory at all times. For this reason the only way we could communicate with each other was to yell.

As I was in charge of their safety I would yell out potential hazards as I saw them such as "Keep right!" when a forklift was coming towards us or "Watch your feet!" when there was a tripping hazard ahead.

I saw our radiation expert in front about ten yards with his back to us and so I yelled out, "Neil!" I turned back to my group to make sure everyone was following...

Everyone was kneeling.

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