Nickle-shit

I had to break it to an American girl that Canada's
"great" export of Nickleback is indeed shit....I
didn't feel too bad about being the music snob guy...

I'll be back...

So, as I'm sure most of you know by now:
I'm coming back to Canada! More specifically,
Nova Scotia where I grew up.

Funny, a year ago I was pretty entrenched in
S Ontario and was sure that's where I was going
to spend the rest of my life. Most of my friends
live there after all. But a year of isolation
down here in the USA has put many things about
my life into perspective.

Nostaglia for Nova Scotia sunk in and wouldn't
let go. Everytime I go home for xmas
vacation, I always warm to it and remember
how much I love N.S. with it's rugged beauty,
the ocean, and the warmth of the people.

So, off I go! I'm looking forward to
exploring my home province, something I've
never done as an adult. Sure, the parents
dragged me hither and thither when I was a
kid, but that was always a pain hanging out
with the parents when you're 10! As a young
adult I never had enough money to explore, plus
university kept me pretty damn busy.
Now, I have the time and money: Cape Breton
Trail, the South Shore, Lunenburg, Keji park.

And Halifax! That lovely port city, the last
outpost of Canada on the edge of the Atlantic,
with it's history of privateers and ships.
It's changed a lot since I was in my 20s. It's
grown and matured. Developed more personality
and culture. Learned new things.

I'm really looking forward to this new phase in
my life. It's the right time to go back. It's
where I belong.

p.s.-come for a visit anytime!
p.s.s-before I leave the USA, I'll do a wrapup
of my thoughts about it and life here.

Cha cha changess.......

Hank Snow
"My Nova Scotian Home"

There's a place I'll always cherish, 'neath the blue Atlantic sky
Where the shores down in Cape Breton bid the golden sun to rise
And the fragrance of the apple blossoms sprays the dew-kissed lawns
Back in dear old Nova Scotia, a place where I was born

The Scotian and the Ocean Limited, and the Maritime Express
Their mighty engines throbbing, make their way towards the west
And the sturdy fishin' schooners, sways so laz'ly to and fro'
Nova Scotia is my sanctuary, and I love her so

For across the great Dominion, I have traveled far and wide
Where the shores out in Vancouver, kiss the blue Pacific tide
I have crossed the snow-capped Rockies, saw the wheat fields' golden blaze
Headed back to Nova Scotia, where contented cattle graze

Where the pretty robin red breast, seeks its' loved ones in the trees
And the French di'lect in old Quebec, keeps callin' out to me
It seems to say, be on your way, there's a welcome at the door
Where the kinfolks are a-waiting on that gay Atlantic shore

Down through beautiful New Brunswick and across the P.E.I.
To the rock-bound coasts of Newfoundland, I'll love them till I die
But if God came here on Earth with us and asked if he could rest
I'd take him to my Nova Scotia home, the place that I love best