This is going to sound weird, but I have all sorts of reasons for loving Canada. I will write about those more in the memoirs part of my website.
The first time I visited another country was when I was 11. We went to Canada, after driving up the entire west coast with my grandparents, from Los Angeles, CA to Seattle, WA. We took a ferry over to British Columbia. I thought it was the most awesome place. The people were so nice. The money looked like play money. So many different colors.
So … when Bouchercon was held in Toronto, I just had to go. The timing was just right. I’d had my hysterectomy in August of 2004, and I’d just had enough time to recover adequately. My husband joined me later, and we walked the streets of Toronto. And it was so awesome. I remember saying it reminded me of New York City, only cleaner and friendlier.
This is why you should be grateful for what you have now. I had no idea when we were walking around the streets of Toronto that within the year, I’d have a stroke and I’d end up with a horrible movement disorder that has no cure yet.
But when I saw this article from The Globe and Mail, it set off a flood of memories of Proustian proportions.
All I can say is thank you, Canada!
We aren’t all idiots.
Corner Gas is awesome. Thank you to my funny sister for telling me about this show!
In tribute to Canada, a song!
Forgive me if I make no sense sometimes. But that’s life for you. I’m a survivor. And, as I said …
Life makes no sense half the time, so you may as well laugh. Am I right?