I wonder, as I drink my first coffee of November before 6 am, how many of my colleagues in the professoriate are also awake and getting ready for a 6:45 hockey game? Maybe a handful. I also wonder how many got to go trick or treating with a super hero, a rock star and a hippie last night? Perhaps a very lucky few.
Truly, I find myself humming the "I am Canadian" song and thinking of a Tim Horton's commercial (the one with the dad and his dad sharing a coffee at hockey) as I get the two of us ready to drive to the arena:
I know this place is where I am,
No other place is better then.
No matter where I go I am,
Proud to be Canadian!
Envy me all you like - I totally get it.
Pity me and you just don't get it.