Day of Mourning

We were half way down the street when Charlie stopped at one of his favorite hydro poles. It is used by a lot of his pals to leave messages for each other. Charlie sniffed around quite excitedly, then lifted his leg for a short spurt. “What’s all this about the Day of Mourning?” he asked as we started walking again. “It’s today,” I said. “A day set aside to remember the workers who have been killed or injured at work. Why? Where did you hear about it?” I needn’t have asked. I’m no longer even surprised when he hears about things like this. He always knows.Read More →