Today we eat strawberries because they are red and ice cream because it is white. Also because it is ice cream.
Today we haul the battered flag out of the garage and hang it from the front deck, where it will be flapping in our faces for a week or so until we get annoyed and put it back in the garage till next July.
Today we drop the Resident Offspring off at work, she wearing her Hutterite meets tablecloth uniform, and marvel at how many people are traipsing into Heritage Park already at this ungodly hour. And secretly we are very glad that it is she and not us who is scooping ice cream there today.
Today we put Extra Old Stock beer caps in our eyes to honour the memory of Wilhelm Georg Bruederlin, who would have turned 86 today.
Happy Birthday, Canada, our true north strong and free.
Happy Birthday, Papa, you maverick.