When I was a kid,my parents read the paper after dinner, and they were not to be disturbed while they did. It was important that they read the news, because otherwise, how would they know what was going on in their neighbourhood, their city, their country, or their world? The paper told you what you needed to know … and you believed it.
The Canadian relationship with winter and snow is a lot like marriage; some love it, and look forward to their time together. Others tolerate winter, but spend a lot of time apart during cold patches. Still others grumble, but it’s a loving martyrdom that takes the good (skiing) right along with the bad (shoveling.)
Bullseye Records of Canada
Segarini: Don't Believe a Word I Say 