All of you will be thrilled to know that an out-of-the-way Italian restaurant in a manufacturing town near Bologna was the scene today of a sentimental rendition of O Canada by 20 Canadians who are here studying co-operatives and economics. (And one of us is studying the studiers.)
After a hearty meal of mortadella, cheese, tortellini in cream and fried sage, tagliatelle with mushrooms, and coffee granitas, the former American in the crowd (and the only one who knew the French words) led us in singing the national anthem. We even stood up.
As the song ended, someone added the traditional ending: Drop the puck.
It was a lovely Canada Day here.