I recognized that hill
Sitting, watching something involving Rick Mercer, in a hamster ball, at Horseshoe Valley. And the memories come flooding back.
Actually, one memory, of running a race, with real spiked cleats, and finishing sixth in our team of seven, and having to return the “badge” that was given to members of the winning team, because there were only five provided by the organizers. Nothing to do with Rick or hamsters; it was Horseshoe, all the way. Mainly because of that hill, that I had to run up. Some things can’t be forgotten, even if almost a half-century has elapsed. The hills…
My sporting involvement in high school might have been fleeting (and fleet of foot, if I can pad my own record slightly), but it served me well when I applied for and received the Letter (a huge P, that I never owned a jacket for). Again, some things can’t be forgotten, and if it ever turns up in a resorted box of stuff, I’ll hold it aloft, proudly. Some things aren’t diminished by the passage of years.
The company with the contamination problem has announced that things have been fixed. Pity that same initiative hadn’t been taken before one third of the nations beef supply had been (potentially) mixed with a bit of crap. While shopping this weekend, the amount of steak and burger fixings on sale was down, way down. Yes, this might have been a turkey target period, but my eating a steak on Sunday felt like an act of bravery. And the real question remains unanswered: Was this glitch in the nation’s food supply due to sloppy habits, or seriously reduced governmental inspection?
