We humans are a very fickle lot, aren’t we? It’s expressed well in the nursery rhyme, “Pease Pudding hot, Pease Pudding cold, Pease Pudding in the pot nine days old.” Some want it this way and some the other and no one seems to be able to get everyone on the same track.
Reading the newspaper or watching the news is a perfect way to find out just how fickle we really are. Consider this:
A drunk driver kills the parents of a family and receives a few years in prison; then is released early for good behaviour and he is no longer considered a risk. Or the alcoholic cement truck driver who got one year for every one of the five people he killed, and is granted day parole after two years.
MADD is constantly after the government to toughen the rules on drunk driving, so the rules are toughened by extending the amount of time a convicted felon will lose his licence. In the meantime, the prison sentences are getting shorter; in all likelihood, because we can’t afford to keep them in jail.
Any day now, as a matter of fact any moment now, we expect the ‘Call.’ My wife is on pins and I’m on needles (the anticipation kind, not the drug kind) while we wait in expectation.
All the while life goes on as if this call was important to no one except us.
Can you imagine that? Meals are still being served, alcohol and Listerine are still flowing, and drugs are as rampant as ever.
A couple of weeks ago a real sweet lady passed away.
Many a special memory is born on long road trips with the family, though some of those ‘memories’ a guy might just as soon forget.
For my family, summer usually means at least a few journeys down the highway, be it camping trips or visits to the family farms.
My wife, Amanda, has become an expert on packing the essentials for keeping our two young boys occupied during long hours restricted to the confines of their car seats.
The checklist for a four-plus hour trip includes:
A large gathering of people at a vehicle is an accurate measure of public interest in the car or truck.
In this case, the crowd had gathered around a custom 1949 Chevy pickup truck because this baby was a stunning example of hard work, patience, talent and imagination.
The result was an award-winning truck built by a car guy whose main career was saving lives as a firefighter.
Owner John Scarcelli is a retired fireman who built one of the nicest custom post-war Chevy trucks we have ever seen at a show.
A couple of years ago, journalists connected to WikiLeaks revealed a trove of information on hundreds of wealthy Canadians who may (or may not) be hiding piles of cash in offshore bank accounts in order to evade paying their taxes.
Until that public revelation, the Canada Revenue Agency did not act on the leak, because they did not have the information. They did not have the information because, unlike its American and European counterparts, the CRA at the time did not pay for information.
Well, now they do. And that must make it easier for the agency to go after waitresses who don’t declare their tips or day labourers who work on construction sites for cash.
The millionaires with their fortunes in Zurich or the Caribbean? There’s been some tough talk but so far, not a whole lot of recovery reported. A CBC News story — about a year old now — noted the CRA had discovered about $22.4 million in unpaid taxes due from offshore accounts, and recovered about $8 million.