Maxed Out

Stories are told about the days of yore in Tiny Town when money laundering was big small business for Harry McKeever.

Other than breathing a long sigh of relief, I’m not going to comment on the ongoing drama playing out south of the border.

Somehow, the provincial election this past month seemed, well, boring. Predictable. Revoltingly self-serving in its origins, numbing in its progression towards an end surprising no one.

I’ve never understood why Canadians eat turkey on Thanksgiving. I totally understand why Thanksgiving in the Great White North is celebrated early in October, as opposed to our southern neighbours who celebrate it late in November.