Surviving New France

I weep for the world that was. The land of opportunity, milk and honey. When the liquor store was open past 6 and flour was in large supply. Yet, I yield; I shelter myself and protect the common person for I am part of something bigger–an idea of a common good. Not more deserving than another but equal in my pursuit of a healthy Canada once again. Thus nightly, my partner and myself walk, for it is a freedom to be shared. To bask in the beauty of the cracked and uneven sidewalks of our fair city and partake in the democratic distribution of our roads. Alas not every man feels the same. Be warned! Entitlement walks these very paths… Must we make way for the joggers? Has it been foretold that they shall inherit the sidewalk? I do not believe I read that in Genesis! I stand, forever in disbelief that after months of squeezing up against bushes and cars, the royalty sashaying towards me continues to walk 2 by 2. The unbelievable site that when we step off the sidew...