It flew in from America on a sunny Ottawa morning. And the biggest disappointment was how small it was, smaller than I remember previous ones being, when I was a kid. And less flexible. Canadians used to enjoy shaping it, but today I just want to squish it and throw it against the wall to see if it bounces. Yes, Silly Putty. Thank God for Silly Putty! My colleague Amanda brought me some from Time Square, just in time to help me cope with the arrival of the Butcher of Baghdad. That other, even less flexible American import.
It flew in from America….
