I wonder who I will sit next to on my flight from SFO to Raleigh tonight? It probably won’t be Congressman Kind again. Here’s the Wisconsin State Journal‘s endorsement of Ron Kind and I think they nail it. Congressman Kind, who cut his teeth working for Senator William Proxmire (famous for the Golden Fleece Award). He’s a centrist who sees he has a duty to serve. He’s my kind of American. Here’s the endorsement.
3rd Congressional District
Kind is a centrist who has stood up to his Democratic Party when it has lost its way. He’s insisted that partisan posturing not shut down the government. He’s fought giveaway subsidies to corporate agriculture companies. Kind’s opponent, Tony Kurtz, lacks the know-how that this western Wisconsin district deserves.
via Our endorsements for Congress: Mark Harris, Paul Ryan, Ron Kind, . . . Click here for the full article
I was flying into San Jose Norm Mineta Airport yesterday. At the gate waiting to board the American Eagle plane I had just landed in was . . . Norm Mineta!
Mr. Mineta is a stone cold hero in my book, and I still didn’t get a snap. How cool is it to see the man in his own airport. On September 11th, 2001, Secretary of Transportation Mineta (the only Democrat in the Bush cabinet) proved his mettle and did his duty, stopping air traffic in its tracks. He bore the responsibility. God bless Norm Mineta.
Stand down Don Cherry! Don Chapman should take your mantle (and jacket) as the true Canadian hero, should he ever take the citizenship oath. Don helped me on my road to claiming what I had never lost, my Canadian citizenship. While he has almost singlehandledly championed the cause of the Lost Canadians, I know that at least once, he refused to take the oath because the legislation he had championed was not inclusive enough. Apparently, that’s about to change. Mon oncle Paul Roy was a Lost Canadian.
Recently, he made Canadian news. Read the article below for details of the Harper government’s new legislation and Don’s role in getting it done.
Click here to read the story in the British Columbia Coast Reporter.
As “fair” as we all believe Canada to be, especially in the areas of social justice and fabric, there is one area where the Canadian government has failed miserably – the Lost Canadians. People unable to document their births because unknown to them, they had been born in the states to Canadian parents before the first Citizenship Act in 1947, people brought over as children of war brides of English women and Canadian soldiers, people just unable to prove legally they were Canadian though they had lived their . . . Click here for the full article
Canadian Man Sorry for Chugging Eight Beers and Swimming to Detroit.
“Don’t know why I left Windsor. Beers had nothing to do with it. I am truly, truly sorry. Also very wet. I miss Timmy’s. Please help me. I’m unarmed. I’m Canadian. Help.”
Disclaimer: I cannot judge if the contract in place between the woman I helped get in touch with Ms. Liss-Riordan and Jan-Pro, a janitorial service franchise company based in Florida (or one of their many agents) was fair, balanced and / or legal. I leave that to the courts to sort through the facts.
When one of the Jan-Pro “franchisees” came in to discuss her case, no one at the Santa Clara University Alexander Center a was equipped to help her – it’s not what we did.
Crunching the numbers, putting together a simple spreadsheet showing hours worked vs. cash earned, I discovered what my client already knew, she was making very little, much less than minimum wage, on some of her janitorial jobs. While we couldn’t help her, I had to do something.
I found Ms. Liss-Riordan and her firm at the time via the internets and packaged the client up for her evaluation. While on a trip to Boston, I made some free time and presented and delivered my client’s dossier (spreadsheets, contracts, memoranda and records meticulously kept by the client) to her firm. I believe my client is one of the lead plaintiffs in the Jan-Pro case mentioned in the article.
There are certain things you do in life that . . . Click here for the full article
Paul Roy is one of my favorite uncles, and I’m lucky to have many. He was a sapper in the Royal Canadian Army during WWII. I don’t have all his service details, but he saw his share of action. Paul got very good handling explosives in the asbestos mines of Thetford Mines. It was said he could set off a charge next to a window without breaking glass.
He brought home a war bride, Vina, from the UK, who lived her life a delightful anachronism, an Englishwoman smack dab in the middle of Quebec’s asbestos mining region. She probably understood and spoke French, but she never let on.
Paul was also one of the “Lost Canadians.” Born in a mill town in the US (don’t know the detail), he found out he wasn’t Canadian when he applied for a passport to sail back to the UK with Vina. I’m guessing my grandmother, Emerentienne Roy, was one of the many young Québecoise who went south to work the mills in New England. It was on one of those trips to Manchester that Paul was born.
My father memorialized Paul’s citizenship issues in a chapter in his book, Border Guards. I also wrote about this . . . Click here for the full article