Jim Foster

I remember some words I learned in Grade 11 French but not all. I found out much to my chagrin that ‘merde’ does not mean ‘thank you’ and the lady who owned ‘le magasin’ washed my mouth out with ‘salon’ (turned out she was Italian and couldn’t speak French either.)

That was extreme of course; most cases of bad judgement only result in 6 or 7 months in Intensive Care.

Sure the call came when you were in the tub, but you wouldn’t have violated the rules all that much had you wrapped a towel around yourself and combed your hair.

The Pope wrote me to ask that if I must jog, I not jog by the convents.

Even Premier Doug must bulldoze his way home occasionally and moan, “Karla, I’m afraid I acted like a dictatorial control freak today.”

“Oddly enough no one seemed all that interested, even when I took my shirt off and fanned my armpits …”