This summer Sam Pickering and his wife Vicki attended a pro-fessional wrestling match in a small arena in Nova Scotia. They sat in folding chairs on the front row. They ate "Montreal Sausages" drowning in ketchup and awash with onions. They cheered heroes and laughed at villains. In the middle of one match, a naughty wrestler leaned over the ropes and staring at Sam, said, "If you keep laughing that hard, old-timer, you'll have a heart attack." "What?" Sam said to Vicki. "Old-timer? Not me. That poor man had better see an eye doctor before he gets hurt."