It’s my dad’s birthday today. He was born April 27, 1922, which makes him 96. He has all his faculties and he still drives. I can only hope to follow in his footsteps. My birthday is tomorrow, April 28th. I think my mom tried to have me on my dad’s birthday. I don’t know why except at the time they thought that would be pretty cool. However, I was obviously as stubborn then as I proved to be later and refused to be born until the next day. I call mom and dad every week. They don’t have a computer or smart phone and don’t care. To dad, sending mail requires a stamped envelope. A laptop is where Santa has little children sit to ask for presents and have their picture taken. A desktop is where you do your work. Your inbox and your outbox sit on your desktop. A mouse is a small rodent. A keyboard is what you use to play chopsticks. He still reads the newspaper every day and watches tv news every evening. He listens to radio in the car. He and mom live in Victoria, a beautiful Canadian city that still dumps its untreated raw sewage into the ocean. I don’t know why I am including that. But they do and I don’t know anyone in Victoria who thinks that’s a good idea. But Metropolitan Victoria with maybe 60,000 more people than the Saskatoon CMA, consists of 13 municipalities, each with its own civic government. Do you think all of them could ever sit down together and agree to do something intelligent like building sewage treatment facilities?
That’s Coffeetalk. I’m Vic Dubois.