POOP ILLS? HOCKEY CAN HELP
I WAS AT AN ALL-INCLUSIVE resort once, pampered to the molars, when I experienced a life-affirming moment. During a walk on one of the property’s private roads, my wife and I crossed paths with a line of fellow vacationers who were on a camel ride. They seemed to be having a good enough time. But none was anywhere near as happy as the man who trailed the procession by 30 yards or so, an employee whose job it was to collect dung as the animals dumped it. He was singing and swaying and flashed a wide grin as he passed by. Here we were, trying to get away from the daily grind of our white-collar lives and a grey-colored winter; there he was revelling in scooping poop. The memory sporadically resurfaces,…