When Corporal Nathan Cirillo stood guard on Wednesday morning at the National War Memorial in Ottawa, which stands kitty-corner from Canada’s Parliament, he carried a rifle that was unloaded.
If we could turn back time, we might dial the clocks back to an era when curtains of silky, hip-grazing hair were de rigueur and almost every social invitation called for an application of gloss, glitter, and a dramatic set of feathery false lashes.
Sometimes after a night out, all you want is a big, greasy brunch—preferably something involving cheese, bacon, and heavily buttered bread, which you’ll inhale right before diving back into bed for the afternoon.
