(Did you hear me singing? Gosh, I hope not as I'm tone deaf!)
I thought I should confess my unnatural love of Canada. I think it has something to do with growing up in Buffalo. People from Buffalo celebrate the Friendship Festival each summer with the residents of Fort Erie. People from Buffalo drive to Fort Erie for Chinese food and bingo (now if only the crazy Americans would settle the stupid Peace Bridge debacle). I used to go to Niagara Falls, Ontario in college to dance and drink (Rumours Nightclub baby). My family used to vacation on Lake Muskoka every summer. I think I'm secretly partly Canadian (or maybe I just want to be?). Canada is the neighbor to the west. And a good neighbor at that. They will lend you some sugar, lend you good bands and actors, occasionally help you fight a war and generally make you happy. They even gave me an aunt - really, is there anything nicer?
Don't get me wrong - I'm quite proud of my country. I was raised with a good sense of the history of this country and a pride to be American. I appreciate my freedom and admire the Founding Fathers (and have a slight obsession with Abigail Adams). But when the nearest state to you is a nation state, you have a certain loyalty to that country as well.
And so I wish a Happy Thanksgiving to those very neighbors. Thanks for providing me with so many wonderful memories. And please let me be just a little Canadian.