
How I became a real Canadian The authentic soul of Canada is in the wilderness. Trouble is, you need a paddle and indoor plumbing
Margaret Wente
A Canadian is someone who knows how to have sex in a canoe. –Pierre Berton
Thirty years ago, in 1979, I became a Canadian citizen. I stood up in citizenship court, along with dozens of complete strangers, and pledged an oath to the Queen. I had it easy. Most of them had crossed an ocean and learned a new language; I had merely crossed a border. Afterward, we all shook hands, and I cried.
The next step, obviously, was to have sex in a canoe.
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