Year End Rearview?
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…