Being a parent is kind of like being a Toronto Maple Leaf fan. There are a lot of rough years with ups and downs. There is always some critic who tells you what is wrong with your game plan. Fights happen. And yet, you have faith. You cheer on. You suffer in silence. With great patience you believe that one-day you will achieve your goal: your child will turn out okay.
I think the best thing about being a man is their ability to sleep. No matter what is going on, the stresses in life or the worries at work, crying babies or the neighbour’s lawn mower, men can sleep through anything. Men nap without guilt too. They even have sports like football as an excuse to doze.
Nobody can ever accuse me of lacking professional enthusiasm. Why, I love the Wellington Advertiser so much that now I deliver it. Lock up your pooches, clear your walkways and close your housecoat, because I’m coming to a doorstep near you. Meet your newest newspaper carrier.
Once upon a time I had a fantasy that I would change the way Canadians looked at their own history. In my delusion, I believed I could make Canadians see their culture and their very privilege to be a citizen of this great nation in a way that made them appreciate, no, better yet, understand their history. Learn it. Know it. Honour it.
I know that Halloween is over, but I hope you will indulge me as I share this little story about the predicament that had me trapped in my costume into the wee hours of the morning, post-Halloween party.
