The history of my life can be told--much of it--by my teeth.

Apparently I didn’t have any at first, being satisfied to gum my way through my servings. I can’t remember my first tooth, which is odd considering how so many parents celebrate that historic event.

I hate to tell you this, my dear readers, but it seems there are may things you and I are not smart enough to understand. Or even think about. Luckily there are whole groups of people--I call them the Thought Police--who are glad to do that for us, helpless little children that we are.

No doubt most of my readers have crossed the world’s longest border between two countries by auto or by air. Can you  say you noticed any great differences  between ordinary Americans and Canadians?  Did you expect to find all the stereotypes: that Canadians are more calm, co-operative and polite? That Americans are more hot-tempered, boastful and materialistic,  each like a loud, strutting Colonel Sanders?

Don Kelly, comedian, onstage: “So I’m First Nations, I’m an Ojibway person. Any of my people in the house?” (pause, usually no answer, then:) “Wow, when white people wipe out a race they’re thorough, huh?”

If you are a positive person you will say the COVID stay-at-home period had some positives. Family togetherness. Catching up on neglected chores. Relief from tiresome visitors. Rest from the frantic work-a-day world. And that  popular motto, “Keeping together by staying apart”. And you are sure our scientific geniuses will soon solve the problem. [As for me I got to know my wife and she seems like a rather nice person.]