Tom Cochrane once stated that life is a highway, and that he was going to ride it all night long. Really Tom? I would hope that one who enjoys life would want to ride it for a full average lifespan of 80-85 years rather than a mere night. You cannot, no matter how hard you try Tom, attend Martingrove Collegiate Institute, move to L.A., become a movie theme song writer, move back to Toronto, become a taxi driver, work as a cruise line entertainer, join a band called Red Rider, go to Africa and raise awareness for World Vision, make an album, sing the national anthem incorrectly at a baseball game, write two more albums, go on a national tour, get in a plane crash and survive, host the Juno awards, release another album, and then become Honorary Colonel of the Air Force’s 409 “Nighthawks” Tactical Fighter Squadron all in one night! Get real Tom! And yes, I realize that saying “life is a highway” is a metaphor. I’m not an imbecile. And stop insisting that I am. What I’m saying is you should have planned your road trip on this allegorical route much better. Get a few friends, split the gas, pack some sandwiches, take your camping gear, and don’t stop until you reach Mexico. Goodness gracious.