Tr0mBoNe: Unobtanium: In other news, Tim Horton died on this date in 1974.

How this is not a national holiday is beyond me.

Tchernobog: brantgoose: $20,000? What a lousy take.

The little bank in the village near where my parents lived was robbed once and they $75,000 allegedly.

That was worth twice what it is today probably, so $150,000.

Banks don't keep money like they used to, unless it yours. If it is yours you are fricking out of luck to try get some of it back.

Bankers are capable of anything except interest. They charge you to take your money, charge you to look at it, and charge you to give it back, reluctantly. Reminds me of Stephen Leacock's "Boarding House Geometry" which contains such gems of logic as "a landlady is equal to anything" and "Two rooms being of equal size, the rent must be equal or else the landlady could have charged more for one, and she didn't, which is absurd."

Stephen Leacok was not only one of the great Canadian humourists of his day, he was also a devotee of the Dismal Science, Economis. He was also the Canadian Stephen Leacock, a job he bequethed to Eric Nichols.

Humour was a tough business in those days. He had to moonlight as the American Steven Leacock as well as the British Stephen Leacock.

He was no Homer. Homer was born in seven different cities, a record not matched until Barry Hussein Obama. But as the citizen and greatest humourist of three countries and two or three Empires, he did well for himself and was able to retire. Which is more than any of us moderns will accomplish.

Homer did not have to worry about retiring. He was a slave and sang for his supper, beer costing a few extra verses.

Do you smell burnt toast?

Do we need to call 911?