The weather was unbearable. Fog. Rain. Mist. Moose. As we rode through New Brunswick on Trans-Canada Highway 2, the U-Hual packed with our stuff, I couldn’t help but think: There’s something missing.
Five years. That’s how long I lived in Toronto, Canada’s New York. I’ve recently taken up residence in Halifax, Canada’s Boston. It’s Red Sox country. Kind of. It’s Bruins county. Sort of. It’s Patriots nation. If you squint. It’s a world apart from what I’m used to. The accents are funny here. It’s not the New England non-rhotic accent. It’s the opposite. It’s incredibly rhotic. You don’t pahk the cah. You pearrk the kearr.
I come from Montreal, Canada’s Philadelphia, where we run goalies out of ...