"It's a small world after all....!"

I like to get up early on Sundays - crack of noon, maybe 1:00 PM. So you can imagine my initial reaction when I got a phone call at about 9:45 this morning. Fortunately I did pick up the phone.

OK, so Wilf was doing a bit of research yesterday and discovered something fascinating about our next prime minister (assumed, unless everyone's been lying to the poll-takers...)

Back when Stephen Harper was a kid, he played hockey. In Leaside, in North Toronto, where he was born, raised, and stayed until he turned 19 (betcha didn't know that Harper was an Ontario kid. Most think he spent his formative years in the same province that Chaos did...)

The team he played for was coached... by Wilf. He says he now remembers this little Harper kid, and that he was a crackerjack defenceman.

Wilf looked up his records from those three years, and discovered he still had the Harper parents' phone number, and they haven't moved. They lost track of Wilf when he moved to Crescent Town in 1988. So anyway, Wilf now has an upcoming dinner date with our next Prime Minister.

I wonder if this was during the time that Christie Blatchford, today a Toronto Sun columnist, was helping her Dad run Leaside Arena. I'll have to ask Wilf.)