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I blame the fact my brother and I conflated Canada with paradise and called it Canadia firmly on my grandma. But, having been back and forth between the borders enough, she is, surprisingly often correct.
Best not in Canada ever, was when my grandpa realized, in her eighties, she'd never had circus peanuts and had no idea what they were. He bought some, talked them up real good, all about how they'd been around when he was a kid, et cet. She took one look at them, and told us in Canada, they'd had real peanuts.
So, for two years running, if she gets onto Canadian virtues, he'll chime in with 'and they have peanuts.'
Y'all have a disturbing lack of famous piratical stories, though. With all the moose wrestling and beaver pelting wasn't there at least one peg legged bastard trying to run people through with a sword in exchange for rum and a promise that, generations later, Johnny Depp would include them in his list of piratey influences? |
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