Monthly Archives: December 2013

2013 Lookback

This is the time when bloggers, media outlets and other practitioners of of the communicative ahhts feel compelled to produce their retrospectives of the year about to pass.  We’re no different, but since we don’t have a suitable sweater, we can’t entitle this “Look Back in Angora”. “Look Back in Wool” doesn’t have the same gravitas, but we will press on. 

Some will disagree with our choices, while others will golf clap.

The Lac Megantic derailment was one of the big ones.  It showed just how messed up transportation safety is/was in this country.  Government cuts have left the railroads to self-regulate to the point of truly stupid. The derailment, explosion and fire cost 47 lives and millions of dollars damage.     

The Senate/Duffy/Wallin/Brazeau affair still leaves a stench cloud over the entire Parliamentary precinct, showing our Prime Minister to be the micro-managing playground bully we always thought he was. Nigel Wright now runs a nail salon for double amputees in Hamilton.

The OCTranspo Bus Crash, a local piece, that saw a double decker transit bus disagree with a Via Rail passenger train, killing five.  The Transportation Safety Board (TSB) is trying to get to the root cause and will find the golden nugget in this level-crossing accident that killed five.

Obama-Care has shown itself to be a complete waste of time, having been ear-marked, politicized and porked to the point of no return.  The high concept, basic health care for everyone, seems so simple to grasp, that we’re left wondering if there is intelligent life left in the US.  Canada went through this in 1954 and the trade-off was simple:  Federal taxes go up to pay for it.  There is no free ride.

Breezy is a dog that was beaten almost to death, then tossed into a dumpster.  People saw it happen, called the cops and got Breezy to the Ottawa Humane Society (OHS) shelter.  She’s been patched up and is almost fully recovered.  The perp has pleaded guilty in court to animal cruelty and will be sentenced shortly.   

Charlie, Gus, Tommy and Winne arrived at our abode.  They’re our new family additions.  Charlie and Gus were littermates and when we were looking at cats at the Humane Society, we were down to Charlie and Gus, or Tommy.  We didn’t want to split up the littermates, so Charlie and Gus came home with us.  A few weeks later we found Tommy, still up for adoption at a PetSmart in the west end.  Kismet. 

The story of Winnie (a private rescue) is ongoing, but she is settling in well with a house full of cats, getting over her issues.  We laugh with them daily, some days being too cute for words, or pictures without being tiresome, or crazy.

The Canadian Road Trip, from Vancouver to Ottawa by train on The Canadian was a highlight for both of us, celebrating 25 years of marriage.  All we have to do to rekindle the memories is sit in the bottom of the linen closet, drinking a Black Russian and rock back and forth.  There’s more room in the linen closet than in our room on the train, but the feelings come back immediately.

Winter is still here, the temperatures dropping across Canada as we go into the deep freeze after a monster snowstorm, then ice storm.  Fortunately the snow blower works and so does the block heater on the car.  The snow banks are up over 6 feet and when the neighbours come back from their vacation, their first reaction will probably be:  “Holy Crap!”  It has snowed that much since they left on Dec 20th.

Remarkable dinners have been too many to recount with several great friends.  Altogether too much laughter, including a recounting of the story of the Rarey Bird.  We still haven’t got all the stains out of the carpet from that one.

Overall, a reasonable year with the laughter outweighing the tears and fears.  Which is about all one can hope for these days.

May your 2014 give you the wisdom to know the difference between what you want and what you need and then give you the right one.

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Christmas Wishes

We’re nearing 14,000 visitors over the years we’ve been on WordPress and we want to take a moment to thank you for dropping by, leaving comments, liking posts or simply taking a few minutes to read what we’ve created.

We try to be inclusive and at the same time, true to who we are, so we will wish you and your nuclear family unit, however you describe it, the very best wishes of this Holiday Season.  Peace, good will and a few moments of contentment.


Merry Christmas



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The Free Speech Duck and GroupThink

We’re going to enter the Duck Dynasty debacle with both feet, at least one in our collective mouth.

We’re also going to simplify here to bring the argument down to the core by using an analogy, so you’ll have to stay with it a bit.

I don’t like cauliflower.  I don’t like the taste.  I don’t like the texture.  I’ve tried it several dozen ways, over a period of many years and I don’t like it.  You may agree with me. Or you may not. 

Some people might send me fourteen of their favorite recopies for cauliflower gratin, sautéed, boiled, with cheese sauce, or lardons of pig cheeks and garlic over a bed of quinoa and steamed kale.  (Note to the reader; don’t bother)

Others, of a differing view might simply say “Dave don’t like cauliflower and if he ever comes here for dinner, we won’t serve him any”  (Note to the reader; I’m probably not coming to dinner at your place)

A third group, with a little too much time on their hands, would protest that I’m not being supportive of the cauliflower industry.  Not only that, but I’m not in favor of a fair wage for Mexican field workers, or long-distance truckers, or restrictions on Genetically Modified Organisms, or Organic Fair-Market Produce because I don’t like cauliflower.  For that matter, I’m anti-California as that’s where the majority of cauliflower consumed in North America is grown. (Note to the reader:  California sucks, I’ll wear that one.)

A fourth group would picket or email bomb WordPress because they’re carrying this blog on their platform and are responsible for me stating, “I don’t like cauliflower” 

They’ll demand WordPress should immediately suspend RoadDave because I’m not supporting fair wages for Mexican field workers, long-distance trucking, restrictions on GMO’s, and Organic Fair-Market Produce and am probably in league with Satan/Liberals/Islamic Fundamentalist to the point that I was likely the 22nd hijacker on 9/11. (Note to the reader; If this is your worldview, then you need your meds adjusted)

The nub of it all is this:  I’m entitled to my opinion and to express it.  I don’t like cauliflower.  I am also entitled to NOT buy cauliflower.  You can’t make me, guilt me, or coerce me into plunking down my hard-earned cash for cauliflower, even if it’s locally produced, organically grown and wrapped lovingly in sustainable packaging on the supple thighs of nubile, readily consenting farm maidens.  (Note to the reader:  Maybe the farm maidens…nope.)

Your obligation is to accept that I don’t like cauliflower.  My obligation is to listen to your pitch with some degree of politeness and then tell you that you have not changed my opinion.  We agree to disagree.

Phil Robertson doesn’t like homosexuals?  So what?  He’s entitled to his opinion.  Nobody is being forced to watch Duck Dynasty or buy their merch.  There are no camo vans trolling the streets with teams of bearded followers forcing you to watch the show. 

Express your displeasure with your wallet, or the finger on your remote. 

Express your acceptance with your wallet or your finger on the remote.

I’m expressing my opinion.  I’m not buying cauliflower.