CANADIAN BACON

I don’t know about you, but I had so much fun hearing about Rob Ford, the mayor of Toronto, and his crack cocaine issue. I’m not opposed to the guy, in fact I’d never heard of him before. I just think it’s about time we moved some of the political scandals up North. It gives me great joy that someone messed up in squeaky clean Canada.

I mean, think about it. How much do we really know about Canada? Name their prime minister if you dare. Don't worry, I can't either. I bet you’d be hard pressed to name more than two of its provinces. Heck, you might not even know how many provinces there are, let alone name a couple. By the way, the US has states, Canada has provinces.  Spoiler alert: there are ten and three territories to boot.

How do I know that?  I happened to be married to a hockey nut and Canada happens to be the home of hockey.  At one time, I believed all Canadians were born with skates and a stick. Seriously. Then I got a chance to travel there and learn about our wonderful neighbors up North. Friendly, fun-loving and pretty much squeaky clean. 

I visited Toronto to see the Hockey Hall of Fame and Banff National Park for the wilderness and historic hotels. I’ve been to Vancouver, Canmore, Edmonton, Montreal and Red Deer too and never met a scary or scandalous Canadian once.  

Then, along comes the Canadian crack guy to the delight of millions.  They’ve even made bobbleheads of Rob Ford. They're calling them "Robbie Bobbies". That took me by surprise.  This crass commercialism just seems way too American, not the thing a squeaky clean Canadian would do. But then I read the rest of the article and discovered that the proceeds from the sales are going to United Way.  See what I mean about squeaky clean? O Canada, indeed.