The sky is a brilliant blue. I’ll say something good about this place.
I took Tony to the Assiniboine Credit Union Centre so he could buy a ticket for the Saturday Wheat King game. He will go by himself. Like father, like son. I did the same when I was his age.
I got hired by Honey for Hope. We’ll see how it goes.
When I drove Tony to school this afternoon, I had to make a left turn at an intersection. Some fellow was standing at the corner on my right. Which was good because he wasn’t in my way. I made the left turn and then made a right turn in order to drop off Tony at school. Then two more right turns, and I was approaching the intersection where I saw that fellow standing at the corner. Driving toward the intersection, I saw that fellow walking. He had been able to cross the road. He then surprised me by waving at me. What was that all about?
Watching Frank Vaughan, he reporex that at the Saskatoon Wal-Mart, persons with shopping carts full of goods harassed his wife and child because they wanted them pay for all the goods in their carts. Scary.
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