As Ken and Reid were driving home Wednesday night, they were discussing the buses and trucks that they see, the colours of cars, where the vehicles were going, that sort of thing. Ken said, “On the other hand, we’re going home.” Reid perked up and asked, “Where is the other hand.” Ken never told me what his answer was but I’m sure it was a good one.

On the one hand, it’s going to be a scorcher today. On the other, well, it’ll be disgustingly humid, too. Stay cool.