TALES FROM MY HOOD: NO WHEELS ON THE BUS TO GO ROUND AND ROUND
Bob and Fay’s grandson J can’t quite get his fill of the children’s book “The Wheels on the Bus Go Round and Round”. Twenty or thirty times a day sometimes.
Wheels on a vehicle remind me of a story Bob tells. One early morning walking Dylan the Westie he noticed two homes down a Jaguar placed on cement blocks without its wheels. They had been stolen he had later found out. How audacious! The rumour in the hood is that the owner, as CFO of a major corporation, had “aggrieved off” an employee who sought revenge.
The wheels on that Jaguar were not going round and round. They were stolen!
When Bob was a young lad growing up in Montreal his parents had friends that suffered a great tragedy. The husband was a senior executive in Montreal who was gunned down by an employee he had terminated. Pardon the deep philosophy here but I suppose it is preferable to have the wheels stolen from your car than have your life stolen from you.
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