Good morning.
Tough day yesterday. The shit that happened in Ottawa with an innocent young reserve guard shot dead in cold blood where we have called home for the past 17 years prior to our temp living here in Montreal. Plus my wife is working all week in Ottawa but thankfully south and not near downtown. My father called last night to tell me he has prostate cancer. He has a cat scan Nov 10th to determine if it spread and at that time they'll decide on treatment. He's 75 so not good. My friend 'Kingley', Greenie knows him, we went to Buffalo a few years ago to see a Bills game... anyway he's been battling cancer as well for a couple of years now and I was told last night "I should get to Ottawa and see him real soon, he's home in bed in rough shape"
