It is the gathering place for captains of industry, assorted octogenarians, and us. Gordie and I were, playing a round, when I started suggesting ways that Gordie's leader, Stockwell Day, could survive the mandatory leadership review he faces at his party's next national convention. Gordie appeared to be slightly irritated with me. I poked at Mr. Day before and during the election campaign. As Gordie fired handfuls of golf balls at me, I soldiered on.
Swords are sometimes for falling on.
But voters occasionally like to see politicians eat humble pie, so he deserves some credit for finally doing so. Gordie growled something I cannot reprint, and tossed a bench at me. Mr. Day doesn't look like he has smiled since last summer. It's time for him to laugh at himself. I was about to add that the country has been laughing at Mr. Clark for a long time, but Gordie had taken to screaming at me again.