Jim Foster

I was taught a priceless lesson that summer, a lesson that has been a guiding principle I have followed religiously all my life.

Whenever I see the 80-year-old CEO of some corporation with a beautiful blonde on his arm, I can’t help wondering if he is going to make a complete ass of himself later.

People do get attached to barnyard animals and I understand that, although getting all googly-eyed over a chicken does seem to be a trifle weird.

Once Australians figure out why the water in the toilet flushes the wrong way, it won’t be long before they get electricity and someday in the distant future, TV movies.

But what if a thousand years from now, all men look like Doug Ford? Or worse, what if they look like me?

I am offering (at no charge) a short quiz that will tell you if you are in any danger of spending the night in an 8’ X 8’ cell that once housed Al Capone.

Almost all great inventions have been the result of a miscalculation or the complete misreading of someone else’s notes.

That ended badly as I recall; the young chap’s bagpipes had to be removed by a surgeon.

I got another 50, but this time on condition I never traveled any further east than Brockville and I can only drive through St. Boniface, Manitoba if I am bound and gagged and lying on the back seat.

His formula shook the very foundations of the scientific world or would have if anyone knew what he was talking about.