I am going to ground today. I’m lying low.
This is the day my father died from a heart attack 32 years ago, and my younger brother, as well, exactly 10 years ago today.
I am not going to press my luck. If lightning can strike twice, then three times is not out of the equation. What are the odds? Who cares?
The odds are still too close for comfort.
Today was the day I was supposed to fly back East from Calgary, but I changed my flight to tomorrow. So I will see you soon, hopefully.
My wife changed her flight too. Karen is not about to press my luck either, and who can blame her?
She is even flying on a different airline, not out of anxiety … (maybe) … but because she is heading to Ottawa to see our daughter first, and I am going to Toronto to continue saving democracy, which is my raison d’etre as Sun Media’s national editorial writer.
This will be no mean feat, considering Europe is imploding. It will, in fact, be a massive task.
Then it’s back to Bancroft, finally.
After some five weeks away — in Winnipeg doing the Charles Adler Show for Sun TV, and then in Calgary — it will be good to be home.
The summer beckons.
If I can make it through today.