BTW, About SW Ontario being a Photographer's Candy Store

Just a few - I'm shooting too often to keep up.

All taken within a mile of where I now sit….

GREY CUP SUNDAY

I'm a big NFL fan, and unfortunately the games are available only sporadically on our local cable system (Eastlink.)

But screw all that - Today is championship Sunday for the CFL!

The CFL is down to its ultimate showdown, the GREY CUP. The Grey Cup has been around far longer than the Super Bowl, in fact - this is the 104th. The NFL has barely had half as many "Super Sundays."

Befitting that proud history, Grey Cup Sunday is EXACTLY like Super Bowl Sunday…but with a Canadian sensibility.

The glitzy parties include pancake breakfasts:

Celeb appearances at said parties have a local touch:

From the Toronto Star: "Mayor John Tory came by, commissioner Jeffrey Orridge, actor Kal Penn, and retired Stampeder Jon Cornish with the Grey Cup. Great fun. That was terrific."

The media attention is not quite as fawning and feverish:

Unlike the Super Bowl, controversies at previous Cups do not seem to include PEDs or gunfire...

….although the 2016 kerfuffle seems to include poop. Again from the Star:

Well, at least the horse pooped in the lobby of a Holiday Inn…… in 2012 they let Marty the horse in for a second, and then shooed him away. This time, the Holiday Inn on Carlton invited Marty and Calgary’s travelling troupe in, and wouldn’t you know it, Marty did what horses do. Kablooie.

Oh, Canada.

Can We Talk About Food? The first of many…..

OK, a few of the small adjustments were easy, like learning that a grilled ham, egg and onion sammich is simply called a "western" for some reason (no cheese, please, and NO ketchup, thank you.)

Some are a little harder to take - like restaurants that close early if they're slow, well ahead of their posted closing time. Since we like to eat late, a couple of ruined date nights taught us to call ahead.

Some are baffling, like the ubiquitous Canadian chain, Boston Pizza. Can someone explain why a restaurant that started in Edmonton is named after a faraway US city known for seafood?

Fun Fact - though they have expanded into the US as "Boston's Gourmet Pizza, with locations across the country, guess which American city does not have any? 

Right - If you're in Boston and hankering for "Boston Pizza," the nearest US location is near Philly, but the closest is actually in Quebec. Bring your passport.

If this all sounds like I'm being a typical ugly American - unfairly critical, dismissive, and looking for familiar US comforts while abroad, let me just end on this note:

Regular poutine - french fries topped with melty cheese curds and brown gravy - is freakin' great, even at food trucks or fast-food joints like Harvey's.  However - 

The 18-Hour Brisket Poutine at Beertown Public House in Waterloo - poutine topped with shredded house-smoked brisket and truffle aoili - is like someone went to heaven and brought back take-out. Paired with local craft-brewed KW Cider - perfection.

SORRY? Not Sorry!

Just a quick note to confirm - yes, everyone says "Sorry" all the time, and yes, I've started saying it too. I say it pretty much every day now - Without. Meaning.To.

sorrynotsorry

What's most different?

The biggest adjustment has so far hasn't been US-vs-Canada, so much as City-vs-Country. I was born in Washington DC, and have lived in or near a city all my life - either DC or Baltimore. I'm definitely a city mouse.

Since the move, most of the area around me looks like this:

For a photographer, it's a candy store. 

For a self-employed person trying to run a 

creative-services business, it's a….  challenge.

First Things First - It Wasn't the Election

Since we touched down in Canada this summer, the first question everyone asks is whether I and my wife fled to this country in anticipation of the US election results.  To clarify - until November 9 they asked this jokingly - now they ask seriously. 

Either way, the answer, happily, is no.

In 2002 I had the good fortune to marry a Canadian woman, with the understanding that, as much as she wanted to return to her home turf, and as much as I liked Canada, I needed to stay in Maryland, near my kids from my first marriage. We made a pact that when my older kids flew the coop, so would we, heading north to resettle permanently in Ontario, near Kate's family and friends.

Fourteen years later, we have put the plan into action. We found a renter for our house in MD, and started packing. And packing, and packing. We'd crossed the border dozens of times over the years, but on June 21, we went into the administration office at the Peace Bridge and my wife declared herself as a "Canadian citizen, former resident, officially repatriating as of today." And, befitting the occasion, handed over a bunch of forms.

And, the fun begins…..