That does sound as if I might be about to find a Youtube clip of the Andrews Sisters singing Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy…hmmm.
No, this is a “real life” story. I’d relayed a “joke” to an old friend of mine and he replied with this story:
Reminds me of an incident that happened when I was up in Fort Churchill, Manitoba in 1950!
Polar bears are always prowling around Churchill, and the town dump in the early winter while they wait for the pack ice to freeze up along the shore of Hudson’s Bay so they can go out onto the ice to hunt seals!
At that time many of the camp buildings were the old wooden ones covered with tar paper and we got an unusual mount of snow early that winter that the ever present winds there had driven up into huge drifts around the low buildings. A big bear hunting for food managed to climb a drift and finished up on the roof of the sergeants’ mess.
The roof, like the rest of the building was made of fairly thin timber, covered with tar paper, and the bear weighed upwards of half a ton! The inevitable happened! The roof would not support him, and he broke through and landed on his ass in the middle of the big wood-burning stove that was being used to prepare the evening meal!
Oh, the excitement, with the scent of singed bear fur in the air and the big bear and people running in all directions!!!
Thank you, Frank, for providing me with a blog post! 
Today, in Australia, it’s dish out the gongs day, when various people are presented with medals for various acts of worth. I don’t think the Leader of the Opposition will be a recipient. Bad timing to call for Canberra’s Tent City to be struck, Tony!
It’s also a day when many people eat what is thought of as the National Dish. Meat pies with tomato ketchup. And a curious item, known as Lamingtons.They seem to consist of lumps of stale sponge cake, dipped in chocolate icing and sprinkled with dessicated coconut. Said to be enormously popular and I’ll probably be vilified for suggesting they might serve a purpose as wheel chocks for cyclists.
I think I might shut the toys off and opt for an early night now that the pre-and-mid-teens next door have run out of noisy steam. I think they may have adjourned to the Showgrounds. Apparently, there are 17 bands playing there. Chez Dinahmow we’re enjoying some smooth, smoochy jazz. Light on the trumpets, easy on the ears.And a glass of fizz.
Good night!
