On the occasion of the 99th Foolsletter

Hockey and Canadiana all the way through this one

It seems that 100 is a number to celebrate.

Instead? Here we’re going to celebrate post number 99.

As a Canadian, #99 captured my imagination as a young child.

I loved his skill set. I love that he broke all the records.

I loved his flowing blonde locks

I loved the GWG advertisements.

(do you see what I see? YUP -LOTSA BUMS!)

I was there when they brought him into the hall.

Well - you could see the lights from our flat at Queen and George.

You could hear the hubbub over the screeching accusations of the Yelling Man of Moss Park.

This was before the cranes. Before the condos.

There was a theatre there.

Back when there was Goodwill east of Younge…

But before the Great one, I would like to take a movement to commemorate that flat.

Over a thousand square feet for eight hundred dollars a month. Thanks to Lu Gin. It was his flat. He was moving on. In order to get it? We were his movers.

From the flat we could see people crapping in the alley to the south. To the north? The golden glow of the neon sign adv…