Did I Ever Tell You About One Time in Toronto?

Have I told you that back about 12 years after David Crombie, "the Tiny Perfect Mayor," ran Toronto, I was visiting there from NYC, staying at the home of the Morleys (Larry, the rocket scientist, and his wife Beverly, who’d been the asst. to the TPMayor and held other such positions).

Maybe we were on Bloor Street or Isabella, I can't recall, but Beverly asked me a question, and as I was answering her, some Canadian gentleman walked up to me and spat in my face.

In it. On it. Disgusting.

Beverly and the York Uni professor we were hanging with (he, a good friend of the Morleys, and me, happy to have him with us for his urban planning lore and info) were horrified. Beverly looked as if she was going to cry. I didn't want them to feel bad or to have the trip or the outing marred, so I made a joke, and shusshed them off every time they started to apologize.

Spat in my face.

For no fucking reason.

Or maybe the sound of my NJ voice?

I would think, given the huge population of the United States, that probably some American jerk has done a similar thing to a Canadian, but I'm now living in my 8th state, Florida, and I personally haven't witnessed such an act.

Not even in any of the 5 boroughs of New York City.

I pray with all my heart that we have nothing to do with Canada, a mutual "You do you, and we'll do us, God bless, and never the twain shall meet.”

Give up more guns, freedom of speech, kiss the King's ass, do whatever (I'll send you back your Loon), but do not become a state, a territory, or even a fkn satellite of the USA.