Jim Foster

In 1950 the Fosters moved to Orillia with hope of bringing some semblance of civilization and culture to that backward little town on the shores of Lake Couchiching.

I hate to blame someone else for my failings but sometimes it isn’t my fault.

Randy said it was God’s way of telling me that it wasn’t quite right and needed to be rewritten. A day later I did it again. This time Randy said that it was God’s way of saying I was stupid.

Mary keeps talking about buying a place on a lake someday. That would be nice, but if we did, we would feel obligated to buy a boat to keep up with the neighbours…

I realize it is tempting to check out some minor ailment like that annoying rectal itch or the sudden attack of memory loss when you realize your car is upside down on the neighbour’s lawn, but…

We can’t just haul out a facecloth in the middle of the 23rd Psalm and start scrubbing away.

On the way home he dropped off at the armouries and tried to re-enlist.

Just as we were starting to think that maybe this stuff was getting a little far-fetched, the poor slob got caught again.

The decision to switch in the first place was not well-planned and you will note that no politician is bragging about being responsible for such a dumb decision.

I remember Bob for the strapping but also because the teacher said he would be the first Grade 8 pupil to vote. Bob fooled him and is now high up in Doug Ford`s cabinet.