" He's Bud the Spud from the Big.....

Red mud
The spud's are big on the back of Bud's rig
And they're from Prince Edward Island "

The words are the song of Stompin' Tom Connors.
He was living Candiana. Never left Canada, a troubadour at a time when troubadours were / are a dying breed.
He died last week and was eulogized in Tom's way last night in Peterborough ( adopted home town ). First come , first seated in a approx 4,000 seat arena.  Bye Tom

My stickie reminder says to mention my Xmas present. The roll on bag was purchased especially to LUG the 9 lb laptop that we take to Fla. A 19 " jobbie that is totally out of place when you see what other travelers are carrying i.e. tablets, e-readers etc.
The roll on worked very well. Except when I need to wheel the main suitcase b/c then the roll on needs to be carried. However, once past security the roll on , is a little wonder.

Weather, OMG, cold day, cold wind and its hummin'. " Spring has sprung the grass ain't riz 
I wonder where the warm wind is "
Nope not mine, borrowed and paraphrased from the famous author Anon.

There's a new  ' Pope on a Rope ' newly elected, ready to lead 1/7 of the world's population. Good Luck, Frank

In the news, 2.
Here in T.O. we had a rampage of violence. None of the involved were known to police. At a seniors residence - a resident , maybe - went on a tear on many floors assaulting residents w/ what may turn out to be a cane. Details are sketchy - remember, this is the Canadian press, at its best. Several residents were injured and 1 resident was found dead.
A composite sketch has been released and the perp is in custody.

Whoa, and you thought this was a boring news cycle. Hot to trot thats us.