Oh, Canada. One hundred and forty-nine years young, and we’re still working to get it right.

Yes, I’m a ‘homer’. Third generation and proud of it.


No matter what the words of the national anthem say, and even if we don’t always leap to attention with our hands pressed tight over our hearts when the first notes sound, we love our country in a quiet, polite, Canadian way.

There is so much to be thankful for!