D'Arcy J.M. Cain

About me

Welcome to my personal home page. I am married to Carol L. Cain and live in an RV in McGregor, ON in the summer and travel south in the winter. We have no children but we have sponsored children overseas through Foster Parents Plan of Canada.

We also used to foster cats for Toronto Cat Rescue, an organization associated with Project Jessie of Animal Alliance.

I play guitar, bass and, to varying degrees of competence, harmonica, keyboard and drums. In the sixties I had a band called The Purple Moss. We never played anywhere but my basement and only played the one song, Louie, Louie. In the eighties I revived my music "career" and have formed and joined various bands. More information on my music can be found on my music page.

I am a computer programmer. I was a partner in Vybe Networks Inc.. I have since bought it outright with my wife, Carol. I enjoy travelling with my wife.

That's an old picture of me. Hover over it to see what I look like now.

In case you need me next week, here's my schedule.

How to use the Internet

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A Fortune

A green hunting cap squeezed the top of the fleshy balloon of a head. The
green earflaps, full of large ears and uncut hair and the fine bristles that
grew in the ears themselves, stuck out on either side like turn signals
indicating two directions at once. Full, pursed lips protruded beneath the
bushy black moustache and, at their corners, sank into little folds filled
with disapproval and potato chip crumbs. In the shadow under the green visor
of the cap Ignatius J. Reilly's supercilious blue and yellow eyes looked down
upon the other people waiting under the clock at the D. H. Holmes department
store, studying the crowd of people for signs of bad taste in dress. Several
of the outfits, Ignatius noticed, were new enough and expensive enough to be
properly considered offenses against taste and decency. Possession of
anything new or expensive only reflected a person's lack of theology and
geometry; it could even cast doubts upon one's soul.
-- John Kennedy Toole, "Confederacy of Dunces"