You see, when I was growing up, International Romans’ Day was always a
big deal in the Scarecrow household. Even now, I can picture those heady
childhood days when we’d all break out our togas and helmets, crack open a few
ice-cold Dr. Peppers, and throw our neighbours to the lions. How was I supposed
to know my parents were nuttier than a two-dollar coffee cake?
Ah, well! Live and learn…
I wonder if it’s not too late to return that chariot I bought on Kijiji.