Lest We Forget

A riddle for you.  What has ten thumbs and starts a tour or Remembrance Day?

These guys.  (The Free Press, that is).

Now, I'm not going to get all Don Cherry on you and weep while talking about those 'beautiful boys' but one has to acknowledge such an event.  90 years ago today we ended the first bout of global insanity.  Let's hope that we're capable of repeating our past successes since we're clearly capable of repeating our mistakes.  

The world aside, we really did start another tour today.  A pleasant 12 hour drive through Ontario, Quebec and just into New Brunswick.  Highlights included Len doing something he dubbed 'the anti-gravity dance' (he really did appear to be defying gravity) as we waited for the bus to get its oil changed, J.D. (with heavy moral support from Mick) fighting the overwhelming urge to vomit (more on this later) and all five of us sitting quietly in a Boston Pizza somewhere in Quebec waiting for Godot.  It took them 25 minutes to try and find someone who spoke English - they never did.  So, we opted for the far more local St. Hubert where the service was friendly and we have finally convinced Len that vinegar is not just for cleaning.  (For more on Len's dislike of vinegar, see some older footage in Halifax).

I had thought of keeping this low-key, but that's probably not going to work since we're rolling video sporadically.  I will be conducting this tour with a far more 'Hunter S Thompsonish' mentality than I have in the past.  No, I am not working for Rolling Stone.  Yes, I am working on a novel.  No, I am not Johnny Depp's successor in the next HST film.  I think I shall leave the mystery there for now, but the truth will become apparent all too soon.

"As your attorney I advise you to start drinking heavily."