Some
‘Dis and ‘Dat today.
Well…well...
it seems like a lot of fellow Canadians don’t give a “flying fig” about Quebec
anymore either!
In
fact, many are willing to hold the exit door open with their toe and say- no
more compensation packages so you’ll keep quiet.
So shut
up or get out!
The
results from a poll and from comments I have received after my Blog from a few
days ago.
On that
note, in another blog about Memories of Zellers, I neglected to mention one of
my all-time favourite TV commercials is from Zellers. I am sure you know it.
It’s
Christmas.
The gal
in the spot is preparing for guests.
She
hopes she has remembered everything.
The
door bells goes.
She
runs to answer and shows the audience she has forgot one small detail.
Her
skirt!
We see
a deliciously comedic shot of her panty-hosed bottom.
That
practically bare-butt gal is now a good friend.
Sue has
been in a couple of Garage Door Players Shows and other stuff for local
theatrical companies too- and no, she has never shown her buttocks to me “in
person”!
I see
some locals are upset at the noise from Tudhope Park, specifically The
Motorcycle folks. Well, living here atop Snob Hill, one had to close the
windows to try to block out the thumping base from the shows at last weekend’s
Waterfront Boat Festival.
We
sympathize!
The
weekend before the midway during the Rotary Lions whatever-it-is called was
blaring away. Not quite as loud as past years but when the wind was blowing in
the right direction, one could tap one’s toes to the music.
That use
to be a viable weekend but now a midway plops down and a few local crafters and
that’s about it.
Why
bother. I suppose the Lions and Rotary Clubs make some money for local
charities.
It’s
hard to compete with Kempenfest in Barrie, however.
Kempenfest
is several notches above the Civic Holiday Funfest in Orillia in “classiness
“but there are problems associated with attending- like where to park.
The
huge crowds make it more than difficult to see the merchant’s displays.
Elvis
has been gone for 35 years. I remember working at CFOR at the time. We
scrambled and put together an “All Elvis, All the Time” Weekend. His former
wife Priscilla and Daughter appeared at the Vigil at Graceland in Memphis,
Tennessee.
What
are they waiting for?
His
triumphant return?
I think
he’s quite happy living in Mississauga.
People
see him at a local Tim’s all the time.
Listen,
don’t think it’s not impossible to disappear and make a new life. I’ll bet more
people than we know check out- especially celebrities, and start fresh.
If you
have money- it can buy anything.
I wish
I had money.
The
things I would buy.
The
revenge I would wreak- in a nice way of course.
I have
said before my motto is:
“I
don’t get mad. I get even!”
I must
have been the Godfather in a previous life or at least an Egyptian Pharaoh.
Everyone
has been a Pharaoh at one time or another- haven’t they?
Yes,
give me 20 million and I’d have a place in Honolulu.
Something
small- yet very nice.
Two
bedrooms and a couple of baths with a nice lanai looking out over the Pacific!
Then,
I’d have a walk up in Paris.
Not far
from Notre Dame and my favourite Café- Le Departs de Saint Michael.
Maybe a
small condo in Naples or Fort Myers Beach and lastly cottage on Salt Spring
Island in the Gulf waters between Vancouver and Vancouver Island.
Hmmm….
Maybe I
had better up that to 50 million.
You
never know when little incidentals or ‘Dis or ‘Dat may arise!
