The problem with Canada is, of course, Canadians. We are shooting here in Ontario, where everybody has that funny accent where they say "aboot" and the occasional "eh?" Oh, and they can't take jokes about Canada, and they think they are superior to America in everyway. So that's nice. There is a reason we make jokes about Canada, and you see those reasons everywhere you look: random people with field hockey sticks on the Lake Huron beach, signs for fire hydrants right behind the hydrants that simply display a picture of the already clearly visible hydrant itself. Little things like that.
I made an offhand comment about how the reason the French call "french fries" "frites" is because American's invented them. A Canadian woman heard this and very sternly told me that, no, American's did not invent french fries.
We are shooting now at a retreat center built by the Canadian Auto Workers Union, on the shores of the beautiful Lake Huron. We stay in nice, hotel-like rooms, and are fed three squares by the Union Lunch Ladies in the Union Cafeteria. We were informed in one of our interviews with the former president of CAW that "every brick and nail in this place was put in by Union Labor." The reason we are shooting here is that the clergy in Canada are trying to unionize, and the CAW is getting that ball rolling for them. I won't go into all the obvious issues with such a move right now, but suffice to say, socialism is the rule up here. It has personally been very hard for me to keep my anti-Marxist rhetoric and jokes to a hush.
Things have gone well, all in all, the hours are tiring, but free-lance isn't for sissies. Lake Huron is deep, clear blue and gorgeous. The weather is already fall here, and refreshingly cool. It's just a shame that America didn't claim everything up here when we had the chance.
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That's the way I have felt for the past five years here in Southern GA, the south of the south, with all of my neo-con and religion comments. How is it that we end up in the exact opposite environments that we fit into? Atlanta/Valdosta, Folkston/Canada. Anyway, I've been trying to keep my political views more secret than my ATM pin down here, but to no avail. I've been found out. Chuck's less than perceptive girlfriend told one of the other coach's wives that I was a "big Obama fan" when the issue of "who's big into politics 'round here" came up. Well, like any rumor in a small town, it spread faster than (fill in your own overused expression). So, hopefully I won't get any phone calls about the Left winger trying to indoctrinate innocent and sheltered young children at the school house.
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