Whenever I hear the Canadian national anthem, the first thing I think about is skaters, moving in place near center ice, fidgeting until the puck is dropped. I think of the heart, the core, of a country, a sport, a way of life. I think of great nights in Montreal and Vancouver and Edmonton, the Stanley Cup waiting in the wings. I hope this does not seem condescending. There are a lot worse things that could pop into mind for a country. Saturday was Canada’s 150th birthday. I did not realize this version only became official in 1980. The second thing I think about is music. Again, this a high compliment. I think of k.d. lang’s album “Hymns of the 49th Parallel” – she aces Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” – and Neil Young and The Band and Joni Mitchell and all the other musicians known around the world. Really, that’s enough right there. As the birthday approached, I thought about Dave Semenko, the enforcer on the great Oilers teams, who passed the other day at 59. And I thought about Kate McGarrigle, of the McGarrigle Sisters, who passed in 2010 at the age of 63. In tribute, I put on “The McGarrigle Hour,” a collection of folk and pop with Kate and Anna and also the talented extended family, which became our family. O Canada. I thought about my friend’s mom from Montreal who always reminded me who Lady Byng was (on hockey’s sportsmanship trophy) and I thought about the family in Victoria with the garden and lawn bowling and music, and I thought about my e-pal Bruce from near Hamilton, who sends me bird photos from his window, and reminds me about the good medical care up there in the deprived wilds of the frozen north. I thought about the grand old gent, Camil Des Roches, publicist extraordinaire of the Canadiens, who gave me my first tour of the Forum in 1984, and sent me cassettes of Danielle Oddera, singing Jacques Brel. I thought about Prime Minister Justin Trudeau, wading into a gay parade in Toronto recently, practicing inclusivity. (I admit, my mind also wandered to Emmanuel Macron of France and Angela Merkel of Germany, but I could not afford to go down that melancholy path.) Mostly, I thought about the good neighbors to the north, going their own way, doing fine. Joyeux anniversaire. Happy anniversary.
bruce
7/2/2017 01:51:56 pm
george,
George Vecsey
7/2/2017 01:57:47 pm
Bruce, thank you for being such a proud representative of your country, while also loving Japan and France and (I bet, deep in your fair Canadian heart) this bumptious giant to the south.
bruce
7/2/2017 02:09:24 pm
george,
Brian Savin
7/2/2017 07:59:05 pm
I have no understanding of how this is an officially preferred 150 years, though Lordie I've tried to understand why this should be the big one. Never mind, I'll just conclude that Canada is a year older than my house.
bruce
7/3/2017 01:12:19 am
brian,
George Vecsey
7/3/2017 09:12:33 am
In 1990 for the World Cup, we rented a flat in Rome (Piazza Sforza Cesarini) whose hallway walls contained shards of ancient crockery -- perhaps from the Roman legions whose horses were quartered in that area. That's old.
Brian Savin
7/3/2017 08:36:27 pm
Same with Ivy League college admissions. They don't necessarily accept the smartest, they accept the oldest, because SATs go up with age. (You know about "gap years"?) Your hockey citation for Gladwell is the kind of thing he's known for, and he's pretty much always right, because he takes time to follow the facts and draw assumption-free conclusions. Typical Canuck in my experience. But tomorrow is our holiday, so happy Fourth! 7/5/2017 02:25:11 pm
We were recently in Niagara on the Lake for the Shaw Festival. Five plays and three terrific restaurants in 4 days.
bruce
7/5/2017 02:46:16 pm
alan, 7/6/2017 10:44:39 am
Bruce,
bruce
7/6/2017 11:03:28 am
alan, 7/6/2017 03:40:33 pm
Bruce, how could I have forgotten Quebec City?
Joshua Rubin
7/5/2017 04:20:37 pm
We had a very different experience than my dad did. On 7/1, we drive through a portion of southern Quebec, from Stanstead through the outskirts of Sherbrooke to Val Racine, near Mont Megantic. We saw virtually no trace that it was a national holiday, let alone a big national milestone birthday. Perhaps we were in solidly Parti Quebecois territory, but we saw a lot more of the fleur-de-lis than we saw of the maple leaf standard. .
bruce
7/5/2017 04:35:41 pm
josh,
George
7/5/2017 06:23:30 pm
Comme pere, comme fils.
bruce
7/6/2017 04:41:48 pm
alan, Comments are closed.
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