Thank you for the newest My Back Pages, issue 17. Sorry it’s taken a while to get to it, but now that it’s here, I am looking forward to it.
Long, strange journey over the next few years…no kidding. If you can survive this joker, you can survive anything. But in a few days, he will take office, and we will find out how serious this joker is. I do not like what I see.
I am also the type who’s behind a desk all the time, and I do need more exercise. Over the past few years, I gained far too much weight, and so came the low-card diet. Diets don’t usually work for me… but this one did. I have lost 25 pounds, and I am hoping now that the holiday foods season is done, I might get below that plateau.
The Velvet handshake, the breakup of Yugoslavia, the reunification of the Germanies, the split of Sudan…who would have thought that cartography would be a growth industry? Now, we look towards Great Britain with the Brexit, and it looks like it will be utter and complete. Get out the maps again, I think. Scotland intends to rejoin the EU as an independent country, which might let the Irelands rejoin, and the UK will consist of England and Wales only.
Yup, Regina is very flat, and the streets in Saskatchewan are straight. Very straight. I’ve been through it a couple of times on the train. (Your president-elect keeps wittering on about walls. The Republicans seem to like the idea of building a wall along the Canada-US border. They don’t seem to realize that building wall will keep them in.)
I remember being coerced by my father into helping him with re-shingling the roof of our old house. I also remember almost falling off the roof, and catching hell from my dad, who was much more experienced with that kind of thing. Ned Brooks’ death sure brought that back to mind. Tie yourself down next time you head up onto the roof.
Snowzilla…you can guess that I grew up in storms like that. In Ontario, we refer to the Snow Belt, an area between the cities of London and Orillia, Ontario, that seems to get tons of snow every year. And, I grew up in Orillia. Snowstorms like that were a regular event every winter, where you cleared the driveway with a shovel, and a pickax on occasion, and the sidewalks turned into corridors. We had an extra wide snow shovel that on occasion was used to transport snow into our back year, when we literally ran out of room to throw the snow. You wouldn’t like that.
All for now, and many thanks for the travelogues. Should another business trip take you up our way, let us know, and we can find some interesting dinner somewhere. See you with the next issue.