Our antique concerns
Canada is an odd place. I've noticed for years that nothing ever really changes here. We don't progress. We just keep gnawing over the same old bones, decade after decade. So a story about Global Warming™ manages to drag in that hoary old chestnut, The Search For The Northwest Passage, as if it were still 1840 and Britain is looking for a convenient market for woolen frocks. Every 10 years or so, the same weary round of "issues" grinds by - the seal hunt; the elusive "Canadian identity"; French on cereal boxes; today it's Arctic Sovereignty. Next year it'll be the Avro Arrow, as we explain once again why nothing has gone right since 1959. I envy the Americans for being able to think of new things, and forget about old ones. You actually get somewhere.