Is heaven more beautiful than the country of the muskox in summer when sometimes the mist blows over the lakes and sometimes the water is blue and the loons cry very often?
That long (Canadian) frontier from the Atlantic to the Pacific Ocean guarded only by neighbourly respect and honourable obligations as an example to every country and a pattern for the future of the...
My generation of Canadians grew up believing that if we were very good or very smart or both we would some day graduate from Canada.
Canada is a collection often provinces with strong governments loosely connected by fear.
Of course Canadians are different. There is no malice in us. We are the family doctor whom no one has called in for consultation. We are the children of the midday who see all in the clear shallow l...