We tried to make a nice morning breakfast, but our spirits were low.
Bobby Orr and I spent the night with Ariel Sharon who was in town to score some free heart surgery from the socialized medicine here in Canada. He was making all kinds of jokes about the United Nations and he got drunk on Molson Ice.
Bobby and I didn't like him much.
Some dude in a weird looking van keeps following us and pestering us with voice mail, but we just ignored him.
Tomorrow we're off to Calgary, thank goodness, civilization at last. You can see a bigger version of our breakfast snap shot by clicking the picture or by
clicking here.
