No sweeter sound

Somewhere in the corner of a bar somewhere in Ontario a violin is playing for the smokers who now must take their butts outside. If we listen hard enough we might hear it. Or maybe not. Perhaps it might be hard to hear over the laughter of an asthmatic taking their first turn at a slot machine now that entering the Niagara casino will no longer include breathing the blue haze of cigarette smoke. Few pieces of legislation have liberated so many and will save so many lives. People like Heather Crowe who died recently after her long battle with a lung cancer she contracted serving customers in so called "smoking areas". We might also have trouble hearing it over the song and dance from business owners about the potential for lost sales. I know I wont hear it. I will be too busy thinking about the lives that have been saved and the voices of the many young Heather Crowe's who just got the biggest tip they will ever receive. The right to earn a living without putting your life at risk. But then here in Brantford the song is already familiar so we can afford ourselves a bit of pride as listen while the rest of the province catches the tune. There can be no sweeter sound.