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This is from late 1999, on my way to the clinic to get my staple-stitches out. I had injured myself trying to hop a curb with my bike: I tipped over, shattering my humerus, separating my shoulder, and breaking a bone in my neck. I was in the hospital for about a week.

It was an exceptionally sweet time for me, though. My care at St. Paul’s hospital was marvellous and friendly, and there was no bill. Lots of friends and colleagues and clients from work came by. My brother and his wife brought their kids. I enjoyed morphine for the first and last time.

I was still pretty new to Canada – born here but raised in the States, not returning until 1996. It was during this hospital stay that I saw manna falling from the sky – here, in Vancouver, BC. I was given such grace.

The photograph is by my dear and esteemed friend Lincoln Clarkes, who had brought two pies to my hospital room.

No ICE

Several former students of mine work (or have worked) for Vancouver-based Hootsuite. I’ve used Hootsuite Academy materials in my digital-marketing classes at Kwantlen. So I’m very glad the company has terminated its contract with U.S. Immigration and Customs Enforcement. I imagine social-media managers around the globe would have dropped the platform otherwise – and that some of my students might have abandoned ship as well.

Feed the Tree.

Cardero and Denman.

To the south

After I moved back to Canada in 1996, I spent many years trying to determine what made Canadians and Americans different. I came to two conclusions: (1) Americans are ruled by zeal, (2) Canadians by a sense of the commonweal.

About a month ago I decided to go with a third conclusion as well: Americans hate one another.

Considerable simplifications, I know, but with high explanatory value.

Related

Back in 2016 a woman in my Dialectical Behavioural Therapy class told us she was “practicing not having Costco-size emotional reactions to 7-11-sized situations.” It became my motto.