Last week, commercial flights resumed from the much maligned Island Airport courtesy of that devious and greedy Robert Deluce. Displeased with this hijacking of the city's waterfront - its most valuable asset - I refused to simply shrug and let it go.
I attended my very first protest. Standing there on a frigid afternoon, with my button and sign, among the trumpet players, drummers, and chants of "Another empty bus".
Does this, like, make me a hippy or something?
