Having my shoes and a pant leg soaked with petrol I begin to feel like a man about to become “The Flame”. Shoes squelching with petrol I walk into the cabin to note my sorry condition and how it came to be and to pay although upon further reflection why should I pay anything givenContinue reading “The Great Toronto Petrol Spill: Part Two: Sympathy Galore Compassion None: The Ambassador from the Republic of Lung Cancer”
