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Boy its been hot.  Real hot.  Its a funny thing.  I was told that if you want to get used to the heat you have to expose yourself to the heat.  For example, when I went to the middle east for a vacation I was told to do a lot of steam baths. So as I was getting accustoming to feeling uncomfortable I decided to try that.  And you know what? I feel much better in the heat. However it is really hot.  So after I went to the pool I took a stroll back home.  On the way someone had left a tangled beaded screen on a bench.  Probably they were feeling upset because of the heat and just tossed it.  So because the heat and the walk and the fact that the bench was in an appealing shady part of the street I decided to sit down and try to untangle the beads.  If the thing looked good it could hang up in the hallway.  If not I could get rid of it. It was a perfect day for repetitive behavior like bead untangling and as I sat there a young lady...

Okay so the press is complaining about Ron Wood, the Mayor of Toronto, for taking a picture hugging  a gentleman as a best friend and then afterwards arresting him in an act of great hypocarcy. I recall a movement by police and I thought it was my suggestion, that if you are arresting a really dangerous and famous criminal why don't you take a picture of him with you for a souvenir. Its a tongue and cheek reaction to the idea of just how dangerous a policeman's job really is.  You hear stories of them losing their families and wives by horrible murders so much so that the family unit has to live a special life being aware of the fact of the possibility of a real bad death.  Now these people are not really rich. So when the mayor took a picture with the man was he tipping his hat to the danger and the horrible threats that the man made?  If so this was this talked upon the news?  Or did the bad publicity indicate that this gentleman who was arrested was dan...

Dear Reader, Let me tell you about my memories concerning Woodstock. So, I was being brought home.  Where home was I did not know but I did know it was a terrible place.  I was in a car, it was just a car like any car without air-conditioning.  I was a tiny girl at the time and as usual with the heat and smell of the carbon and the motion sickness, I got sick and asked for what my mother usually gave me:: a doctor prescribed gravel pill to cure motion sickness.  The men, I believe there were two of them already felt bad taking me "home" I thought.  I told them that it was not my home any more and I told them a really great story and it certainly sounded real to them but if I could not come up with some real substantial proof they could do nothing but send me back "home".  This distressed me enormously I remember but what happened exactly I do not remember. Suffice it to say, because the day was really hot and I was really nauseous and the situation was ...