Like Clint Eastwood strolling into an Ol’ West Town, squint-eyed and growling, I stand tall – in slush soaked sneakers – against Calgary’s cowboy drivers. Every morning I face off against Broncos and Rams who rush (and even race!) us poor pedestrians across our Wild West downtown crosswalks. But after finding this bit of business in last week’s Calgary Sun, I was compelled to take our duel off the streets and onto the page. After all, the pen is mightier than the…
When I strolled into the office yesterday morning, squint-eyed and growling, I found my letter to the editor (a retort written at high-noon last Friday) beaming up at me from the Comments page. Needless to say, my Monday grumblings quickly switched to a very un-Eastwood squeal of glee. Now all of Calgary could see who fired the winning shot!
But then just this morning, I was revved at rudely to hurry up when I still had the light, by a greasy (apparently illiterate) maniac in a beige 90’s Toyota who didn’t want to wait his turn. I didn’t have a six-shooter, a lasso, or even a pen, but, dear readers, I did wave my non-fat-french-vanilla-yogurt-cup at him most menacingly indeed.
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