These days were an escape from blogging, memes, social media, first-amendment violation stories, political witch hunts and Benghazi conspiracies, and everything that we call cyber. Mississauga exploded as the new weather brought people out of their winter hidey-holes, and I observed the event firsthand rather than through a powerful telescope or through the optics of Twitter and Facebook. A shift at Bulk Barn brought my ears dangerously close to Katy Perry and Bruno Mars, but I was fortunate enough that CHFI played some Steve Miller Band and George Thorogood as well. X-Files here and there to sooth the soul and fill my mind with ideas. Didn’t even touch the ending of the Godfather. The blue of Lake Ontario was vibrant and only interrupted with the shimmering whitecaps of a strong wind.