I was delighted to be asked to step into the large black oxfords of the Major today and will do my level best to make him proud of me.
Today is the first day of the teacher’s rolling strike here in BC. Each day this week a certain number of targeted districts will have their schools shut down.
I simply cannot go on. The thought of trying to pound out a Raving most days is too hard on my sensitive nature and can only coarsen my silky soul. I am simply not made for the day to day jousting this type of writing requires and would rather just concentrate on my weekly musings for the Sunday column.
I stared at the cats and they stared back with that sort of insolence I have never appreciated. They have the temerity to stand before their better and endeavour to make me feel unwelcome in my own house.
Some of you may have noticed the fact that there is now the dreaded advertising strewn about my blog. I beg your indulgence.
I have like most of us, been watching the progress of young Justin Trudeau through Liberal advertising and newscasts in general, not to mention the Tory attack ads which I find appalling.
I worked briefly for his father Pierre as I a young “advance man” in 1968, and was more than once the unwilling object of his Judo talents
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