I left a message on your answering machine Saturday afternoon concerning a situation in the Grand Parade. 3 hours later you called me back, in person, asking for more details. I freely confess to being one of those who sits on his couch, swearing at the widescreen and tarring politicians with the same brush. I have never been so happy to be proven wrong. I may not be a supporter of your party but I'm sorry I don't live in your riding because I would be privileged to have you as my Member of Parliament. Thank you, sir. —No Longer Furious