Same craziness

 buddy wrote:

“A man's got to know his limitations.”

— D. Harry

 Beaker wrote:

I'd venture a comment on this, but given I'm from the USA & not Canada, I'd be out of my depth.  

FYI

The 11 Best Canadian Treats You Can’t Get in America

Canadian woman gets three years’ jail in first ever sentencing for a ‘Pretendian’
Karima Manji, whose daughters accessed over C$150,000 in benefits for Inuit residents, pleaded guilty in February

 miamizsun wrote:


  

 GeneP59 wrote:
hey now!
aren't the players all from canada?

 Beaker wrote:
As a Bruin fan and a person who’s father was Canadian, I have to support the Edmonton Oilers. Can’t support that cheap shot team from Florida.

Watch your backs Oilers.  ðŸ‘ðŸ»

Nyuk nyuk!

Usually when you go into the comment sections of an article, announcement... you see mostly negativity, criticism or blame.
Canadian retailer London Drug had a cybersecurity breach and announced it was temporarily closing its stores...interesting how most customers had positive comments on facebook:

https://www.facebook.com/Londo...

The failure of Canada’s health care system is a disgrace – and a deadly one

TIME IS LIKE A RIVER

Time is like a river. You cannot touch the same water twice, because the flow that has passed will never pass again. Enjoy every moment of life. As a bagpiper, I play many gigs. Recently I was asked by a funeral director to play at a graveside service for a homeless man. He had no family or friends, so the service was to be at a pauper's cemetery in the Nova Scotia back country. As I was not familiar with the backwoods, I got lost and, being a typical man, I didn't stop for directions.

I finally arrived an hour late and saw the funeral guy had evidently gone and the hearse was nowhere in sight. There were only the diggers and crew left and they were eating lunch. I felt badly and apologized to the men for being late.

I went to the side of the grave and looked down and the vault lid was already in place. I didn't know what else to do, so I started to play.

The workers put down their lunches and began to gather around. I played out my heart and soul for this man with no family and friends. I played like I've never played before for this homeless man. And as I played "Amazing Grace", the workers began to weep. They wept, I wept, we all wept together. When I finished, I packed up my bagpipes and started for my car. Though my head was hung low, my heart was full.

As I opened the door to my car, I heard one of the workers say, "I never seen anything like that before, and I've been putting in septic tanks for twenty years.""

Apparently, I'm still lost....it's a man thing

leaving Vancouver tomorrow after a couple of very gorgeous days here.