Since it is Mother's Day, I think it is appropriate to just say a word or two about my mother. She's 88 now and lives in a nursing home in suburban Toronto. I drove up there yesterday and took her out to dinner.
She doesn't really eat very much anymore, so it probably wasn't a good idea to take her to the "all you can eat" Imperial Palace Buffet. She had a few sips of her soup and finished it off with a lemon tart.
Anyway, if it weren't for my mother I could very well be in another business. When I was a teenager she dragged me down to the local radio station and pretty much brow-beat the manager into giving me a job.
I didn't have the nerve she did. She thought nothing of telling the man what a mistake it would be if he didn't hire me, because I had always wanted to be a disc-jockey. To make a long story short, I never did get to be a disc-jockey, but was hired as a fill-in TV cameraman on the Bozo the Clown Show. Some years later I made the move to on-air, after doing just about every technical job you could do in a radio and TV station.
So, thanks to my mother, I found my calling, and 40 years later I'm still doing it. I guess I must like it!