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Around 6am Tuesday, October 31 noise alerted me to an unknown presence in the house. By the time I got downstairs whomever it was was gone.

They did not take much but what they did take was hardly, for them, worth the effort. Missing was a jacket, two flats of eggs, a cast iron frying pan (for the eggs, I guess) and a BMX bike.

This may have been motivated by the ongoing hate campaign that has been directed at myself and others (mostly myself) for the last two decades and counting.

As the object of this hate is to discourage people from coming to my programs the best way to fight it is to come to the programs.

You’ll have fun.

There has been a war on fun in Toronto for decades.–Reg Hartt


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