My friends at the London Fog are always moaning about the state of Canada.
In every sense.
And that is a good thing.
This
is a picture of another good thing, and is one of the things that Canada will always mean to me;
back in 1972 a Canadian relative sent us the strangest present.
A wooden crate of apples.
Red apples.
In Winter.
They were delicious. We ate them all.
I saw some red apples in a store the other day, and had to wonder:
they are in fact Canadian, Red McIntosh Apples.
Maybe the farmers of Canada should have a word with a certain computer company about trademark infringement?
Thursday, December 01, 2005
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