Day 59. O Canada

Like millions of folks the world over, I also watched the 2012 Presidential debate last night.  No, I am not going there.  There’s enough regurgitation going on, without adding my opinion.  Consider yourselves spared.  Besides, I have a whole other point I want to make.

I was also monitoring social media.  Among my Facebook friends, there wasn’t that much conversation going on.  Some (I was probably the most vocal), but not a lot.  Twitter was going nuts, though.  Not surprising.  It was all fun and games until I saw a post from The New Yorker‘s Nick Paumgarten, who tweeted:  “What is this, Canada?”  I saw red.  Well, red and white, actually; and tweeted back:  “You should be so lucky.”

And so he should.

The lack of knowledge about this country (Canada) by too many of our neighbours to the South has always frustrated, disappointed and annoyed me.  As a child when I went to Continue reading

Day 10. Making Change(s)

Big changes a comin’ in Canada:  Pennies.  Going, going, soon to be gone.  We’ll be penniless.  According to Jim Flaherty, our (Canada’s) Finance Minister, they’re too expensive to produce; and they are not needed for business.  Apparently the savings to the annual budget will be $11 million.  And making change will never be the same.

Neither will loafers.  Have you ever worn penny loafers?  I remember my first pair.  It was a long time ago.  I was 17 and my parents had sent me on a tour of Canada and the U.S.  Most of the kids on the trip were American — I think there were 3 of us from Montreal.  The first thing we noticed were the loafers on everyone’s feet.  We hadn’t seen them in Canada.  We couldn’t wait for our first stop in the U.S.

Can’t remember for sure where that was — for some reason I’m thinking either Seattle or Portland but, really, in this case geography is of little importance.  What I do remember is arriving at the hotel at about 5 pm, dumping our bags in our rooms and heading for the first shoe store we could find.  Thirty-three of us!  Imagine being a salesman, in a smallish store, close to closing time as 33 hysterical teenage girls come tearing in.  If we’d had iPhones back then we could have taken pictures of the poor guys’ faces.  Bet they would have been priceless!

Bass Weejuns were what we were after; and not having them in our sizes was not an option.  The Canadians all bought 2 pair because we couldn’t get them Continue reading