Before I get started on my weekly rant, please allow me to take a moment to wish you all a very happy holiday season. Whether you celebrate Hanukkah, Christmas, Advent, Winter Solstice, Twelve days of Christmas, Kwanzaa or even Newtonmas I wanted to wish all of my readers an outstanding and safe Winter season!
As I hear from you throughout the year I am always surprised at what articles seem to get most of your attention. It’s very clear to me over the last many years that you all really love the funny and ridiculous “Bruce” and I couldn’t agree with you more. I love making people laugh. I think I love this more than anything else I am able to do. There is something really amazing about being able to be wonderfully verbal at just the right time. Not just verbal but ridiculous and spontaneous. Making people laugh is a wonderful thing.
I’m just curious if laughter really heals the emotionally scarred like they say it does. There seems to be so much unhappiness and violence in the world; are people laughing anymore?
Of course on any given day you can hear much laughter on the bus, in the coffee house, in the theater and so on. But I took a moment this past week to tour a place that made me wonder, “How much laughter was ever heard here?” Rightly so maybe, but a foreboding thought none the less. The place was one of the most notorious holding facilities in Canada for some of the most notorious criminals. The Don jail. Better known as just “The Don”.
I’m not sure what made me want to walk through this particular historical building but I was in the area for an appointment and I just really wanted to go in. It’s now part of a health centre and the workers literally work inside the skeleton of the old jail house. I’m not sure I could do that. It seems depressing.