I recently walked by a red-brick Vancouver elementary school at recess time. About 20 young children were meandering around the playground.
The youngsters were being supervised by seven adults. They were all wearing day-glo orange vests and identification tags.
How sad. And not only for the children.
When one boy, about 10, bent over to a friend who was crouched on the grass, one of the female supervisors became worried. Rather than letting it go, ...
