Blog Nineteen: Barrie

Today we headed up to Barrie to see Snaby Girl's extended family. I was sick at the beginning of the trip, Snaby was sick at the end. But the visit went great otherwise. Of course, the Small Girl was the star of the show.

I note that today the face of the young girl shot in the crossfire on Yonge St. was plastered across four columns on the front page of the Toronto Star. It's truly an outrage, but you know, I cannot help but notice that at least half a dozen innocent black people have been killed in crossfires of gang violence this year, too, and they didn't get their pictures on Page 1. I guess their lives are worth less or something. Boy, you could cut the institutional racism with a knife, huh?

New Year's is shaping up; we'll have myself, Snaby and Small Girl, plus TCB and Dorian, plus Switall!, plus Snaby Sister #2. We'll play Cranium and drink recreational refreshments. Sounds like a perfect evening to me.

My old high school bud Steve, who had a little girl this year as well and who's been E-maling with me sporadically, sent us a copy of "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" to read to the Small Girl. What a nice surprise. We must buy them dinner.