But Bill and Cathy do seem like nice enough people and their presence did churn up my muddy old memory banks enough for me to recount to the Resident Offspring about the time I saw the Queen.
We lived in Regina at the time and I was in grade two. One day the entire school population was marched outside to line up along Regina Avenue to see the Queen. We stood there for what seemed like hours, getting increasingly fidgety, until a big black car with tinted windows drove by, and we were marched back inside for math.
And that was my encounter with the Queen. Cool story, brah, I know.
The thing is, I always assumed that everybody in Canada had seen the Queen at one time or another. It wasn't until the descent of the next generation royals upon the nation, during which time I kept hearing stories about people having never encountered royalty, that I realized that perhaps it wasn't an entirely common Canadian experience after all. Like the myth of poutine and saying "aboot".
And then I started to question my own memories. Was it really the Queen that we saw drive by in that long black car, or was it some lesser royal? We kept calling her the Queen, but we were in grade two, what did we know; everybody is the Queen when you are in grade two.
A resulting perusal of the list of royal visits to Canada revealed the truth. Queen Elizabeth did not visit Canada when I was in grade two. Turns out it was her cousin or somebody in that car that day.
I wonder what other delusions I have been labouring under these past decades?