Happy Dominion Day, everyone.
One long post of all things Canadian today...
The 48th Highlanders. You can't be Canadian if you don't like pipe bands. It's a rule.
A grand Canadian tradition: the Tattoo
Halifax has one of the best in the world, and I went twice. I know someone, who lives now in Toronto but grew up in Cape Breton, (which is the source of all Canadianness) who flies back every year to sing in the Tattoo choir.
Oh, how I wish you hadn't left us. Things would have worked out better...
The Canadians arrive: Devil's Brigade.
I've got this movie. It's about how the clean-cut Canadians went to Italy and kicked the tar out of the bad guys. (Yes, that's Cliff Robertson marching in correct Canadian form at the front. I was taught this in army cadets, you make a fist with your thumb straight up on top, and bring your arm up so it is level with the top of your breast pocket.)
It is one of my all time favourite war movies.
But of course, no one likes Toronto.
I went to PEI once. There were LOTS of potato fields...
"...anOTHER big load o' buddados..."
And if you're in Halifax, always get your chips at lunchtime from Bud the Spud, parked in his own officially reserved spot, outside the library.
Big Things! (It's kind of a Canadian thing)
Big Things in Canada I've seen:
The Big Nickel
The Big Hockey Stick
The Big Easter Egg
The Big Blueberry (admittedly, one of the smaller Big Things in Canada, but blueberries are big, both literally and economically in the maritimes...)
Curling! Paul Gross! Leslie Neilsen:
Three other Great Canadian Things no one outside of Canada has ever heard of.
(plus a funny scene with beavers)
(Real Mounties aren't really like Paul Gross in Due South. I thought I'd just say that in case anyone gets confused. For one thing, he never had the regulation mustache. And he wasn't a living embodiment of political correctness...)
(Speaking of PC, Dorothy seems a little down in the dumps this Dominion Day. I've told her that it's because she's an ex-liberal from Toronto, the Source of All Badness in Canada. Being a Toronto ex-liberal can leave deep scars. Toronto liberals are always raised on high-irony diets, which in later life can lead to Bitter Conservatism in which you can't like things any more. One way or the other, Toronto knocks all the cheerful out of you. Go on over there and cheer her up about Canada, OK? Go on. Quote her some funny Canadian poetry or something.)