Year End Rearview?

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It seems like it was only a year or two ago that we were wor­ried our com­puter driven so­ci­ety would see the end of the world as we cel­e­brated en­ter­ing into a new mil­len­nium. Of course that was not the case, but that was al­most 19 years ago and my whole fam­ily felt that if the world was go­ing to end as the date changed on New Years Eve, we would be in our fa­vorite va­ca­tion spot of Ja­maica. This year our New Year cel­e­bra­tion will be a quiet, low key evening of movies and prob­a­bly naps but we will re­mem­ber the past year in Liar­ton.

Spring came early on Liars Moun­tain be­cause our lo­cal ground­hog, a Hoary Mar­mot named Liar­ton Larry, emerged from his win­ter hi­ber­na­tion hole (a straw stuffed ply­wood box) on Ground­hog Day wear­ing sun­glasses, sun­screen and san­dals. I doubt if there was a bet­ter look­ing and more ac­cu­rate weather prog­nos­ti­ca­tor than Liar­ton Larry this year be­cause once cer­tain folks got over his her­itage (the Hoary part) he nailed his fore­cast. The prob­lem was that once the nice weather came, there was very lit­tle rain and that re­sulted in a se­vere for­est fire sea­son. But Liar­to­ni­ans be­came very aware of fire safety and preven­tion, and that is a pos­i­tive. An­other pos­i­tive is that we were able to avoid any fires in our area….whew!

This au­tumn I had a very emo­tional mo­ment when I was re­minded of a ter­ri­ble tragedy that oc­curred in the spring, and through this sad­ness and grief the hockey world was brought to­gether. I know that I was moved to tears, just like ev­ery­one else, when I heard the news re­ports of the Hum­boldt Bron­cos bus crash. I proudly wore my jersey on Jersey Day and I put out trib­ute hockey sticks by my doors and at my “Lit­tle Li­brary” at the end of my drive­way. I was moved by how many of my neigh­bours honoured the Bron­cos with sticks, as well, and if that didn’t pro­duce enough tears, one of my young neigh­bours (11 years old) re­cently con­tin­ued to pay trib­ute to the ter­ri­ble loss this fall by leav­ing three of his sticks lean­ing on my lit­tle li­brary. They were marked with his name and “re­mem­ber the bron­cos” writ­ten in lower case care­fully drawn let­ters. There are enough sticks there now for a game of shinny, should one break out. Re­mem­ber the Bron­cos…sigh.

In my eter­nal quest for self-im­prove­ment I felt it was time for me to lose my hockey smile this fall and get some new teeth. I searched the en­tire prov­ince for a set of good used den­tures and failed, but it was sug­gested to make a trip to Mex­ico for fake teeth if I wanted to save money… and have a va­ca­tion. Of course, I am jok­ing about used den- tures but I checked on the in­ter­wwweb and you can ac­tu­ally buy used teeth or have them cus­tom made…by mail! What could pos­si­bly go wrong? I wisely stayed lo­cal and I now have a beau­ti­ful Hol­ly­wood smile just like Tom Cruise, Brad Pitt or even Brad Cruise, but I am wor­ried about women see­ing me smile… and then stalk­ing me. On Oc­to­ber 19th, the new Cannabis Act went into ef­fect and to be hon­est I could give a darn. Noth­ing has re­ally changed ex­cept there are so many more ways to break this new law, but there have been no cannabis dis­as­ters or re­bel­lions. Has reefer mad­ness come to stay? Who cares, just pay your “sin” taxes and let the gov­ern­ments spend those taxes on health and ed­u­ca­tion. Use but don’t abuse, just like booze and to­bacco. As my beau­ti­ful bride and my­self snug­gle on the couch New Year’s Eve watch­ing movies, we will be wish­ing you the best in 2019…


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