Richard and Ted’s was a real auto body shop near our home in Northern Ontario. It was fun to give the guys a nod in FBorFW…trouble was that I had only one original comic strip and two guys who wanted it!
Don, my brother in law, routinely consolidated all the leftover crumbs and stale cereal remnants into one box which was called "Daddy’s Cereal". While staying with my in-laws one weekend, I inadvertently poured myself a bowl of "DC" and discovered a satisfyingly new breakfast taste sensation. We began Don’s tradition in our home and I continue, even now, to enjoy this always evolving potpourri of dried cereal leftovers.
At my first divorce hearing, there were people in the back of the courtroom eating their lunch. They came every day to watch the proceedings. Better, I was told, than daytime TV. They were privileged to hear some of the most intense and intimate personal information. I wondered why this came under the heading of democracy.