Bill's Musings

There are times in life when we do something so stupid, we don’t ever forget about it. I happen to be one of those people with a plethora of these kinds of memories, and as you know, I do like to share them with you. My son Mackie loves them. One of his favourite stories is one I call ‘The Ruler’. It has, I’m sure, helped him along in his still-young life. And so, I will share it with you to serve as a lesson for all.

It was Grade four. More precisely, it was the last day of grade four. Those were the most fantastic days of school, those last days. The summer stretched out endlessly in front of us, an adventure in time, really. And that last day was one filled with both excitement and melancholy. Of course, the excitement was obvious, as you could hang up the…