Right now, I'm picking up loose ends here in Amherstburg, trying to maintain some sense of balance while my wife, Colleen, is in Ottawa.
I'm tired and weary from the uncertainty and stress that the last year and a half has brought into our lives.
We've been away from our families for 10 years, living in an area where we fit in as well as a square peg in a round hole.
Things are getting nasty in the economic sense here in CAW land. The people here aren't, in my opinion, well-equipped to deal with the new reality of the world. But that's a whole new column to be written at another time.
It doesn't matter what Buzz or Kenny spout off to the Mainstream Media. It isn't the government's fault the auto industry is in peril. Nor is it the fault of your fellow Canadians who may have the temerity to select a non-domestic automobile.
You know what boys, there are no "Canadian" auto companies. The last one was the Bricklin in the late 1970s, one of which was owned by a high school economics teacher in Prescott, Harold Sheridan.
It's going to be a transition for our dogs moving from their current home, a drafty ancient farm house, to a town home in Ottawa.
I'm sure they will cope fine, once the family unit is reunited.
I'm counting down the days until we return to our roots.
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