My cousin Aaron said I could put this photo on the blog.It's Aaron, on the right, and Prime Minister Stephen Harper. Aaron ran into the PM at a hockey game in Ottawa. It's all just so Canadian, I love it. I'm not a big fan of Harper, but the fact that he's so accessible is indicative of Canada. Trusting. That is, not paranoid. How else could the former PM get a pie in the face?
It's different here. In America. That's all I'm saying.
I miss my home and native land.
I miss good beer. And public health care. And Tim Horton's. And hockey-crazed Sens fans. And poutine. And the absence of gun nuts and war mongers. I miss saying toque and having people know what I'm talking about. I miss signs in French. And CBC. DNTO. I miss you Knowlton and Anna Maria! I miss the bumbling Yukon politics and laughing myself to sleep. I miss thinking that ANWR actually has a chance. I miss you, Canada (except Alberta, I don't really miss you.) I'll be home for good some day. Save me a double-double and an apple fritter.