I saw my GP, Dr. David Brough, for the last time today. He retires at the end of the week. He is why I am still alive and kicking. A good family doctor is the first line of defence against disease. He always knew when to send me for more tests or to a specialist. On the other hand, he also knew when to pat me on the head and reassure me that there was really nothing wrong that a few days wouldn't take care of.
Had a chance for curling tickets tonight but wanted to watch too many events on TV.
My letter was in the Province today:
The Pravda and Guardian articles show that maybe we should sent our most vitriolic journalist to the upcoming summer and winter games in London and Sochi.
I don't know if the writers of these pieces are actually in Vancouver, but they aren't seeing what I am. The games are wonderful for Vancouver, Richmond and Whistler.
There are glitches and mistakes but most are corrected quickly. The weather in Sochi right now is the same as here -- no one could predict that.
The fatal luge accident was terrible but that course was approved by the International Luge Federation and there will be a full investigation because that is what happens in a democratic country.
Evan Lysacek was the better skater on the day he won gold. Doing a quad does not guarantee a medal -- that's like saying the team who hits a grand slam should automatically win the baseball game.
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