Ah Fudge !!!

Man I’m ticked
All day I was anticipating watching the Grey Cup game between SASKATCHEWAN and Montreal .
Imagine my disappointement when I discovered that the CBC, CTV or Global was not caring the game
I have the most basic of cable services, but not to be able to watch the Canadian football classic…. Shame on them all
Oh I figured it out though, the CBC isn’t covering the game because Toronto isn’t competing.
At that rate we wouldn’t see the Stanley Cup either.

I Love to Take the Photographs

Today I am saddened
There’s been a death.
There will be no more Kodachrome film.
I worked in photo retail for over 35 years and never thought I would see this day. Kodachrome had to be sent to Toronto and took and least one week to return in its familiar yellow box.
There was when I started Kodachrome 25 & Kodachrome 64, depending on the ASA you needed. Then there was no 25 to be had.
Paul Simon sung about Kodachrome, a song which was banned in the UK because it contained commercial names such as Kodachrome and Nikon.
The end of Kodachrome will pass like a thief in the night, like Beta and VHS
With the end of Kodachrome can the dust accumulation on you Kodak Carousel, be far away ( if you can still find an ELH bulb)
Remember? Kodachrome was processing included and Ektachrome was not.
Geeze Im old !!

...and the Piper Played Amazing Grace

Forty-six years ago today, my “9/11” happened.
The President of the United States of America was assassinated. I could go on and on of where I was and what I was doing when I heard the news. All of that is unimportant now.
Today were he still alive he’d be ninety-two, instead he has been dead as long as he lived.
Did I agree with his politics? I don’t know I was a mere thirteen.
The three days of his funeral, the murder of Lee Harvey Oswald by Jack Ruby the Sunday morning following the assassination, and John John’s salute to his father’s cortege as it passed, in the street although years past remain as fresh in my mind as time will allow.
R.I.P. J.F.K.

You Called me a What ?? :)

I’m not sure why, but I am officially a “twit”
I joined the social networking thingy yesterday. I can now "follow" friends family and others I choose to.
It’s kinnda like your status on Facebook, but you are supposed to change it more often.
So if you are a "Twit" you can follow me on Twitter I’m KeithBussey
After all these years of mom & dad calling me a twit, I am one.
My Granny Shaw said I was daft but that's another story.

The Blue Triangle

A lady walked into a pharmacy and spoke to the pharmacist. She asked, "Do you have Viagra?"

"Yes," he answered.

She asked, "Does it work?"

"Yes," he answered.

"Can you get it over the counter?" she asked.

"I can if I take two," he answered.

Ouch

A firefighter was working on the engine outside the station, when he noticed a little girl nearby in a little red wagon with little ladders hung off the sides, and a garden hose tightly coiled in the middle.

The girl was wearing a firefighters helmet. The wagon was being pulled by her dog and her cat.

The firefighter walked over to take a closer look. 'That sure is a nice fire truck,' the firefighter said with admiration.
'Thanks,' the girl replied.
The firefighter looked a little closer. the girl had tied the wagon to her dog's collar and to the cat's testicles.
'Little partner,' the firefighter said, 'I don't want to tell you how to run your rig, but if you were to tie that rope around the cat's collar, I think you could go faster.'
'You're probably right, but then I wouldn't have a siren .'

A Story

If any of you have ever been to a military funeral in which taps was played; this brings out a new meaning of it.

Here is something Every Canadian should know. Until I read this, I didn't know, but I checked it out and it's true:
We in the Canada have all heard the haunting song, 'Taps.' It's the song that gives us the lump in our throats and usually tears in our eyes.
But, do you know the story behind the song? If not, I think you will be interested to find out about its humble beginnings.
Reportedly, it all began in 1862 during the American Civil War, when Union Army Captain Robert Ellicombe was with his men near Harrison's Landing in Virginia. The Confederate Army was on the other side of the narrow strip of land.
During the night, Captain Ellicombe heard the moans of a soldier who lay severely wounded on the field. Not knowing if it was a Union or Confederate soldier, the Captain decided to risk his life and bring the stricken man back for medical attention. Crawling on his stomach through the gunfire, the Captain reached the stricken soldier and began pulling him toward his encampment.
When the Captain finally reached his own lines, he discovered it was actually a Confederate soldier, but the soldier was dead.
The Captain lit a lantern and suddenly caught his breath and went numb with shock. In the dim light, he saw the face of the soldier. It was his own son. The boy had been studying music in the South when the war broke out. Without telling his father, the boy enlisted in the Confederate Army.
The following morning, heartbroken, the father asked permission of his superiors to give his son a full military burial, despite his enemy status. His request was only partially granted.
The Captain had asked if he could have a group of Army band members play a funeral dirge for his son at the funeral. The request was turned down since the soldier was a Confederate. But, out of respect for the father, they did say they could give him only one musician.
The Captain chose a bugler. He asked the bugler to play a series of musical notes he had found on a piece of paper in the pocket of the dead youth's uniform.
The wish was granted

Thanks to Armand Lono for the story & Norm Dero for the photo.

H1N1

Yesterday I got my A-H1N1 flue shot.
I first called my LaSalle CLSC to find out where I could receive my inoculation and if I qualified for front line receipt. I was told I could go to the LaSalle General Hospital (room 123) and indeed as a health care worker (I’m a floor clerk at a pharmacy, go figure)

I went to the hospital and parked at the hockey arena (too cheap to pay parking at the hospital)
As I walked to the doors of the LGH I prepared my mind to wait hours to get my shot.
I was informed that the clinic was in the basement next to the cafeteria. I took the elevator down one floor and followed the signs to the room. At the entrance I was asked my a security guard for my medi-care card and proof I was a health care worker ( I had brought a pay slip to prove the same)

I held my breath approaching the room to await a huge line-up. There was NONE I was received immediately and my credentials recorded.

I got the shot and was informed I had to wait fifteen minutes prior to departure, for which they had space in the cafeteria area.

Total time from entering to exiting the hospital, thirty-five minutes,including the fifteen minute waiting period, not the hours and hours seen in the media.

Then I went to Moores to spend my fifty dollar gift certificate. Got gas, and spent some at the SAQ