at least a hundred times. So it doesn't really seem like going to a foreign country. But it's a much different part of Canada, and as of last week, you need your passport to cross the border, so eat it. I'm going to Canada. I'm waiting in a bus station right now for my friend Bert, who is kind enough to drop me off in Vancouver, British Columbia, CANADA, "on his way" home to north Washington. Seattle is a gem for sure, and I may stop back in there in a couple weeks, but for now, I'm singing: "Oh, Canada! My home and native land..." (not really)
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Oh, Canada!
Growing up in Michigan, I've been to Canada 
at least a hundred times. So it doesn't really seem like going to a foreign country. But it's a much different part of Canada, and as of last week, you need your passport to cross the border, so eat it. I'm going to Canada. I'm waiting in a bus station right now for my friend Bert, who is kind enough to drop me off in Vancouver, British Columbia, CANADA, "on his way" home to north Washington. Seattle is a gem for sure, and I may stop back in there in a couple weeks, but for now, I'm singing: "Oh, Canada! My home and native land..." (not really)
at least a hundred times. So it doesn't really seem like going to a foreign country. But it's a much different part of Canada, and as of last week, you need your passport to cross the border, so eat it. I'm going to Canada. I'm waiting in a bus station right now for my friend Bert, who is kind enough to drop me off in Vancouver, British Columbia, CANADA, "on his way" home to north Washington. Seattle is a gem for sure, and I may stop back in there in a couple weeks, but for now, I'm singing: "Oh, Canada! My home and native land..." (not really)
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