Some interesting stuff, here, including the case of the kid whose parents inspired The Americans.
Am I too late?
Which one of us is your friend?
I can’t believe you need to ask.
Do not mention that name in my presence. Anyway, I dealt with the insolent churl in Amsterdam a while back…
Here’s some news. I just learned that you Canadians buy your milk in plastic bags!
Did you know about this?
Don’t tell me you fell for that old gag.
[My grandma bought milk in plastic bags. But she lived in central Wisconsin.]
Central and Northern Wisconsin and Michigan are filled with the descendants of ex-pat Canadians. (Ask me how I know!)
Ask me, too, eh?
Ah, but I am a Pat Canadian.
I didn’t know you played for the Canadiens. I still think this headline was unnecessarily mean.
https://www.tsn.ca/leafs-can-t-stand-pat-on-the-blueline-1.958924
As an all-purpose excuse, that works pretty well.
Also Vermont, Maine, etc. Nineteenth century borders were more of a suggestion than a rule.
No meaner than I…
As the descendant of a pure laine grandmother, I approve of that hierarchy!
I hope he gets his ass handed to him. Spending limits are a good thing.
I do not like this trend of Canadian politicians, most often but not always Tories, seemingly shocked, shocked I tell you, that there are rules they must abide by.
Speaking of…
On a brighter note: