More years that I like to count, we drove across the Lewiston-Queenstown Bridge from Canada into New York State. In so doing, we reclaimed our Canadian sales-tax at the frontier. It wasn’t a lot, but — cutely — it was paid out in Canadian currency. So we had to spend it on the spot.
The Pert Young Piece, perter and younger than she is today, set eyes on a soft toy: a beaver in RCMP costume. That solved much of the essential expenditure. Since she runs something of a bear parlour, I’d guess she still has it.
To me it represents something symbolic about Canada. It all seems cuddly and gentle on the surface, but those teeth can bite.
Strange that all came back to my mind today.