ScottforKing Campaigning for King
I remember the moment, my wife and I were visiting a small 19th century town near Toronto, on a perfect Southern Ontario summer day. We were enjoying the town’s coffee shop culture outside on the sidewalk, when five or six, probably Harley Davidson motorcycles drove down the narrow main street with near open mufflers. It was ear splitting, beyond the threshold of pain. It served no purpose other than to make the middle aged, middle class male riders finally feel cool.
I knew at that time that the government gave cash rebates to people who needed hearing aids and here I saw that the government was also allowing a practice that made hearing aids a little more necessary. It was then that I first spoke the words, “If I were King”.