Keeping up with the number theme, today, one of my closest pals, the guy I write plays with and play with - Malcolm Callaway - is sixty years old. Imagine!!! The Sweet Patootie and I are going down the shore to Chester to help him celebrate this and I will expected to do a roast of sorts. I will have to appear clever and funny - that will take hours of preparation.
Malcolm shares his birthday with Canada and it has sometimes made him grumpy to do so. The benefit is that all of us, as we age and our memory goes, can easily remember his birthday. I love Canada Day or Dominion Day as it used to be called. Why? Because I love this big old unmanageable BEAST of a country. I love what it isn't - American or British. I love that it is a tapestry of diversity and never a melting pot. I love that we have the best national parks, the best national radio, and the best comedians on the planet. We have to be funny - there is just too many dark cold days lying about in our long johns drinking Molson's beer and eating flapjacks with maple syrup to not be funny. Of course, many of our comedians, upon reaching fame, leave Canada and go live in LA but hey! Or eh?
l to r - Dawn Harwood-Jones, Jim Henman, Boney Maloney, Malcolm Callaway, me - a promo shot for our play - Death, the Musical
Dad and my brother in the Rockies - this seems the essential Canadian photo to me right now!