Verbal Fluidity

The year was 1989.  My uncle decided he wanted to race at Scotia Speedworld. At the time, there were only 2 real classes, Street Stock and Duke cars.  Eventually he ended up racing both, but the street stock was the first. I helped him with everything i could. Eventually that 1979 Pontiac Lemans became a racing machine. Race night was always a big deal. the stands were full, but we sat right down in front, to the left of the starter's stand, about half way up towards turn 4.  Jerry Lawrence provided the color commentary. My uncle was mildly successful, and took home a few trophies and checkered flags.  It was this place in time, these memories, that made me love racing.  But like anything in life, over time it got forgotten, and the burden of work and life balance got in the way.  It would be 24 years before I returned to that race track... This time with my own kids in tow. I should back up a bit and say, that my wife and I had given thought to taking the kids to Scotia Spe

Hello my masses of adoring fans! OK, would you believe a small group of grudging admirers ? Ok. Fine, 2 followers that barely read and like the pictures.     I’ve decided to bring you something a bit different.     I’m going to try to do this every week (TRY being the operative word) and give you a list of sorts, of things that irked me over the past week.   Some of it may be controversial, but most will be me being a crusty curmudgeon.   (I am getting old you know) So without further ado… and without hairdo… (it sounded funny in my head), let’s get this started.   So I recently visited one of the big box stores, we will call it Mal-Wart (I can’t afford a law suit), and I was appalled by the level of customer service I DIDN’T receive.   The cashier barely spoke above a whisper, and was very monotone.   It seems as if her dog may have died in her arms earlier that day.   She seemed so uninterested, and seems so bored with her job, that I almost offered euthana