White-washed stone walls with planks on mud floor was the basement in my fishing village home, Ken. No room for me with bins of potatoes, turnips, parsnips, shelves of preserves, a barrel of corned beef, a couple buckets of salt herring, a case or two of Argentine bully beef. Remember the Hereford on the label? I was long gone to the big city at 17, by then two years as reporter on the province's largest newspaper.

Are those thieving statist politicians Democrats or Republicans or both?