2/9/2006 - On my way out

I've got to check my passport, trade in my greenbacks and brush up on my Hockey trash talk (e.g., that Zamboni ain't makin' nothing but slush). I'm going to Canada!

I have invited a few Canadian friends to share lesser known insights as I pass through the country ("It's that country immediately north of America" -- thanks Q). In the meantime, I will restrain myself to one joke:

Two gentlemen are sitting around trying to decide what to name their country. After crossing off many suggestions, they agree to pull letters out of a Scrabble bag.

"C, eh?"
"N, eh?"
"D, eh?"

And thus a country way born.

12,600 unamerican steps today. Cheers,