Did you just call me "occifer?"
Since I am busy working on something else, I don’t have time for a long post today. Instead, here is a picture of me when I was a wee little tyke. I am sitting on the steps of a courthouse, with my (late) RCMP officer uncle, drinking a beer. Welcome to Cape Breton.
I drank a lot of beer when I was a kid. Anytime someone put a bottle down with some left, I was all over it. And I’d get a bit belligerent if all I got was foam.
However, this picture does tell us two important things:
1) This was about the time I start transitioning to cute kid, from horribly ugly baby. Seriously. I thought about scanning a pic of that too, but I just don’t want to look at it. Immediately after I was born, my Dad took one glance at me and asked if they could send me back.
2) It makes complete sense now why I don’t remember large chunks of my childhood.