Canadian Thanksgiving

its southern neighbor has been treating Canada poorly

Last week, my wife cheekily asked me whether I celebrate Columbus Day or Indigenous People’s Day. I told her I honor Canadian Thanksgiving.

From History.com: “Columbus Day, a U.S. holiday that commemorates the landing of Christopher Columbus in the Americas in 1492, was unofficially celebrated in a number of cities and states as early as the 18th century, but did not become a federal holiday until 1937. For many, the holiday is a way of both honoring Columbus’ achievements and celebrating Italian-American heritage.”

How did it grow? “The first Columbus Day celebration took place in 1792, when New York’s Columbian Order—better known as Tammany Hall—held an event to commemorate the historic landing’s 300th anniversary. Taking pride in Columbus’ birthplace and faith, Italian and Catholic communities in various parts of the country began organizing annual religious ceremonies and parades in his honor.”

I get this. Still, “throughout its history, Columbus Day and the man who inspired it have generated controversy, and many alternatives to the holiday have proposed since the 1970s, including Indigenous Peoples’ Day, now celebrated in many U.S. cities, states and territories.”

I always found the fact that Columbus never landed on the continental Americas to be curious. But this is cool: “In many Latin American nations, the anniversary of Columbus’ landing has traditionally been observed as the Dìa de la Raza (‘Day of the Race’), a celebration of Hispanic culture’s diverse roots. In 2002, Venezuela renamed the holiday Dìa de la Resistencia Indìgena (“Day of Indigenous Resistance”) to recognize native peoples and their experience.”

O Canada

Ultimately, I honed in on Canadian Thanksgiving because its southern neighbor, a long-time ally, has been treating Canada poorly. From Congress.gov, “Since 2025, U.S.-Canada trade tensions have increased following the imposition of U.S. tariffs on Canadian goods.” The blow-by-blow is well-described.

The Canadian government notes: “Canada and the United States (U.S.) are bound not only by geography and history, but also by extensive trade and investment flows, cross-border supply chains and energy infrastructure, and enduring people-to-people ties. Our two countries also share a deep and longstanding defence and national security partnership, providing both countries with greater security than could be achieved individually.

“Trade and investment between Canada and the U.S. support millions of jobs on both sides of the border and help ensure the secure and flow of goods and people across the border that is vital to both countries’ economic competitiveness and prosperity.”

As for the ill-advised tariffs, “according to U.S. Census Bureau data, in 2025, the United States imposed duties on about 15% of U.S. imports from Canada by value (about $56 billion total), with a total $10 billion in calculated duties (compared to $0.4 billion in 2024). Most Canadian goods entered duty-free, likely because goods were certified as USMCA-compliant…

“Canada and the U.S. share a land border that, at close to 9,000 km, is the longest international border in the world, and most Canadians – 2 out of 3 – live within 100 km of the border” Yet the current regime belittles its long-term ally with its “51st state” talk. Ask most US business close to the border, and they will tell you they aren’t seeing those Canadian licence plates nearly as often as they did in 2024. Little wonder that the Buffalo Bills had Barenaked Ladies perform O Canada at their home opener in their new stadium.

Like a good neighbour

I have not been to Canada nearly often enough.  The 2011 trip to Toronto and Peterborough, the latter for the Olin International Family Reunion, was probably the longest time there. Or it might have been my trips to Montreal in 1991 and 1992.

I have been to Niagara Falls at least a half dozen times, on both sides of the border. The only other time I can remember was in 1998 when a friend drove from Detroit, MI, to London, ON because the gas was cheaper.

I really need to get to the Maritime provinces, at least.

So, I’m sorry, Canada, that you’ve been so poorly treated by folks allegedly representing me. I loved the idea that Canadians added to the cultural mix that is the United States since I used to read the World Almanac list of famous celebrities and discovered than Lorne Greene (Bonanza TV show), Peter Jennings, Leonard Cohen,  Joni Mitchell, and Neil Young, among many others, were Canadian . Here’s a more contemporary list plus the Wikipedia roster.

Here’s hoping that things will be better between us in a year and a half. Oh, and thank you, Canada, for all of your wonderfulness.

Sunday Stealing Has No Theme Whatsoever

You say Stephen and I say Steven

Welcome to Sunday Stealing. Here we will steal all types of questions from every corner of the blogosphere. Our promise to you is that we will work hard to find the most interesting and intelligent questions. Cheers to all of us thieves!

This week’s highly random questions were stolen from Love Me Some Surveys. It Has No Theme Whatsoever

Survey Asks …

1. What was the last gift you received?

Father’s Day. Miniature Hess trucks. Interestingly, I didn’t actually RECEIVE it until early September.

2. Who did you last hang out with?

Probably friend Grace, who got a new reclining chair.

3. Do you often lose the remote?

We have two, one for the Roku and one for the DVR. One or the other is often MIA. 68% of the time, it’s on or in the sofa.

4. When did you last check Facebook?

When I posted my blog this morning. I usually note who commented.

5. Are there scented candles in the room you’re in?

No. I actually hate them. They feel like they deprive me of oxygen.

6. Next time you leave the house, where will you be going?

To choir rehearsal before church.

S.T.E…

7. Do you know anyone named Steven or Stephen or Steve or Stevie?

I know a lot of them. There’s the guy from high school who I last saw in Poughkeepsie in May 1971; we’re Facebook friends. Then there’s the awesome Stephen Bissette, a great comic book artist, my friend, and a fellow March Piscean.

At least three guys I know from 1980s Albany, all of whom I’m friends with on Facebook. One is an author who spoke at Albany Public Library. Another gave me tickets to see Maria Muldaur; he couldn’t go because he had tickets to ANOTHER show. Yet another was a local newspaper guy who appeared in one or more of the FantaCo Chronicles I edited; he’s moved to the Southwest. A couple others, including a guy from my previous church, are ones I’ve lost track of.

I also know at least four women named Stephanie, three of them from my church.

8. Which do you prefer: macaroni salad or potato salad?

I want to like potato salad, but I don’t. Macaroni salad can vary, depending on how it’s seasoned.

9. Do you have an ice maker in your refrigerator door?

No, it’s in the freezer section, the lower third of the fridge. One can stop it from producing too much ice, which is a good thing.

10. When you woke up this morning, did you get up straightaway or lounge a bit?

“Lounge” would be overstating it. It’s usually running my Sunday mental to-do list, which includes, in some order: go to my office laptop and post my blog post on Facebook and on Bluesky, if I remember the latter. Post my blog post on Sunday Stealing. Visit the Sunday Stealing posts for the week. Make oatmeal for breakfast. Look at my phone, hoping there are no actionable items. Then eat, shower, dress, go to church.   

Thank you for playing! Please come back next week.

The Hot 100 #1s for 1996

also Adult Contemporary #1 for 1996

The Hot 100 #1s for 1996: a short list.  One Sweet Day by Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men, the biggest hit of 1995, lingered on the charts into the new year.

Macarena (Bayside Boys Mix) – Los Dios Rios, 14 weeks at number one

Don’t Speak – No Doubt: 16 weeks at #1 as an album cut. According to Top Pop Singles: “As the 1990s progressed, more and more hugely popular radio hits were unavailable as commercial singles and therefore ineligible.” Yet this song is here; whatever.  The actual Hot 100 charts fixed this by 1998. I saw No Doubt live in Albany in 1997.

Unbreak My Heart – Toni Braxton, 11 weeks at #1. I saw Toni Braxton and others in Boston in 2026.

The Crossroads – Bone Thugs N Harmony, eight weeks at #1

Because You Loved Me – Celine Dion, six weeks at number one. The theme from the movie Up Close and Personal, a movie starring  Robert Redford, Michelle Pfeiffer, and Stockard Channing that, somehow, I never even heard of.

No Diggity – Blackstreet with Dr Dre, four weeks at #1

Always Be My Baby – Mariah Carey, two weeks at #1

How Do U Want It – Tupac with Casey and Jojo, two weeks at #1

You’re Makin’ Me High – Toni Braxton, one week at #1. I have the album.

Adult Contemporary

That was so short; we’re also gonna give you another list. At the beginning of 1996, it was Hot Adult Contemporary, but on 16 March, it changed back to Adult Contemporary, which it was called from 7 April 1979 to 13 October 1984.

*Don’t Speak – No Doubt, 15 weeks at #1. I have the album.

*Because You Love Me – Celine Dion -12 weeks at #1

Give Me One Reason– Tracy Chapman, eight weeks at #1. I have the album.

I Love You Always Forever – Donna Lewis, eight weeks at #1

Head Over Feet– Alanis Morissette, three weeks at #1. I have the album.

Time – Hootie and the Blowfish, two weeks at #1. I have this album.

One Sweet Day – Mariah Carey and Boyz II Men, one week at #1. I saw Boyz II Men in Chautauqua in 2024, and with others in Boston in 2026. Last year, I shared a game show anecdote. 

The suitcase retrieval

Nor’easter

NEWLY-PLANNED: Sunday, September 27 – On Friday evening, after I called my wife, my daughter called me to ask what I was thinking about regarding the suitcase retrieval. I had left it on the bus from Syracuse to NYC when I got off in Binghamton.

I thought that there should be a way to send the luggage up by bus, but this would mean more work for Andrea. So I decided I should take a bus to New York City.

My wife and daughter had been in NYC Wednesday through Friday, having seen School Girls or, the African Mean Girls Play (which they loved) and Two Strangers (Carry a Cake Across New York) (great acting, but plot holes).

So, my daughter offered to come to NYC (drive to Poughkeepsie, Metro-North train to Grand Central Station) on Sunday. Wonderful. There was only one potential downside: a Nor’easter was racing up the coast. So, it’s settled; the plan is on.

The point of it all, apparently

On Saturday, I had called my father’s first cousin Ruth, who witnessed firsthand my father coming up my name shortly after I was born. She offered to pick me up Sunday morning and take me to the bus station.

As she and one of her daughters had picked me up quite early,  we talked about family lore, about Raymond Cone, and the resilience of my paternal grandmother Agatha, Ruth watching Leslie and me when we were little, and my father’s amazing creativity, coupled with his utter lack of fiscal restraint.

REALIZATION: Suddenly, I realized why I needed to be in Binghamton the weekend of my dad’s 100th birthday: to share Les stories with people he’s related to.

But what about not seeing 5 Gaines Street (42.107838 latitude, -75.915621 longitude), the house I grew up in that’s now for sale? I had friend Cee and spouse keep the 12:30 pm appointment and share the intel with sister Leslie and me. (Thanks!) I’m not saying either of us would move there, but it is an intriguing concept. Especially for my sister, since the housing costs are so much greater in SoCal.

It’s too bad I didn’t get to go to church at Trinity A.M.E. Zion, the church I grew up in, but I got to ride by it a couple of times; it’s less than two blocks from 5 Gaines. When I went by there on Friday night, a bunch of kids from the church were playing on the lawn, which I found oddly comforting.

Big Apple

NEW PLAN: The bus station in Binghamton does NOT announce or display arrivals or departures. So at 7:45, I went out to look for my 7:55; yup, it was just about to board.  I said my goodbyes and got onto a Trailways bus to the Port Authority Bus Terminal in Manhattan, which, not incidentally, was MUCH more comfortable than those Flix buses I rode to Syracuse and Binghamton. It rained intermittently on the trip, but it wasn’t bad.

Around the same time, my daughter was driving from Albany to Poughkeepsie. It turns out that, because of the counterclockwise winds, the rain from the Nor’easter was worse on the trip down than on the return trip, especially around Woodstock and Kingston. She almost stopped for a time but persevered, reaching Poughkeepsie and taking the Metro-North to Grand Central.

My sense of direction was all out of whack, and I couldn’t figure out how to reach Grand Central. Some official sent me to Penn Station on the 7 subway, but my daughter directed me back.

Suddenly, I wandered to an S shuttle that took me to Grand Central, and my daughter found me. We took the Metro-North. My daughter has quickly become an expert. We needed to take the New Haven line, but really the Stamford subsidiary line to Westchester County.

The ‘burbs

While we waited for Andrea and my suitcase, we overheard a couple of friends who had met at the train stop.  She was a trained dancer hired by a rich Manhattanite to perform at the wealthy lady’s two-year-old’s birthday party. But there were so many other people and stuff that there was no room to dance. The hired Santa assured her that it was a weird, albeit well-paid, gig. The friends realized we had been eavesdropping on their conversation – they were only about ten feet away – when I couldn’t stifle a laugh. They were cool about it.

Finally, Andrea figured out where we were and got me the suitcase. She suggested I be more mindful; noted.  My daughter gave her the wine and chocolate she had bought on my behalf.

We ate at the station, took the line back to Harlem, then took the Hudson line back to Poughkeepsie. My daughter drove us back to Albany. We arrived at 6:40, less than 20 minutes later than I would have if I had taken the bus back to Syracuse, then Albany; oh, yeah, that bus was canceled. How WOULD I have gotten home?

I was exhausted, but still wired. After my wife and daughter went to bed, I noticed I had recorded Sunday Night Football, the match betwen the Los Angeles Rams and the Denver Broncos. About halfway through the first quarter, I fell asleep on the sofa and woke up for the last three minutes, which I watched. It was a great ending to an interesting weekend.

Rockets and raindrops

after the rain

I had the idea of occasionally posting a photo as my post. I was inspired by this post from Kelly, where he wrote: “I am strongly considering making the newsletter a weekly thing, with most issues being a quick photography feature in which I’ll share one photo of mine, likely with a short paragraph or two about it…like, why I shot it, what caught my eye, what I learned from it technically, and so on.” 

The problem, of course, is that I’m not a photographer. In any case, I don’t take enough shots to even fake it. 

Still, I took this one on Friday, August 21 at 9:18 a.m. on my iPhone 12, or whatever it is. My wife and I were coming back from breakfast. As she drove home, I saw a series of rockets and raindrops on the passenger-side window. In other words, the light from the sun refracted through the raindrops and left a series of rockets? Arrows? Whatever was on the door.

 The raindrop you see on the base of the window created the rocket image. Meanwhile, I don’t know WHAT was on the window that created a shadow just behind the raindrop.  

Of course, I LOVED seeing the texture of the car’s interior, which I had never really noticed.

I took the shot because the physical phenomenon fascinated me. It had rained the night before and perhaps even early that morning, but not by the time we went out at c. 8 a.m. So these were residual raindrops.

First take

While I didn’t really learn anything, I noted that the first attempt from a minute or so earlier, while capturing the phenomenon, was a bit meh. So I tried again. The greenery made the second shot much more interesting.

What thinkest thou?