'Tulip Town'? 'Canada's Thinking Capital'? 'Where Your Tax Dollars Go To Die'? Readers' ideas range from encouraging to withering. As you'll read below ...
When I was a youngster, the two-month summer holiday was divided into two. July was filled with more activities than it could reasonably hold, while August was just the opposite: a month-long void during which the sheer stillness of life in Ottawa weighed on me like a heavy blanket. My sole pastime each August was complaining: “I’m bo-o-o-r-r-red!” to which my mother always replied, “Well, whose fault is THAT?” If she thought I was going to concede that it was mine, she had another think coming. It was Ottawa’s fault; there was nothing interesting to do here. Read More