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End of the weekend...
I've got about four more hours til I sleep, and when I wake up it'll be a workday. Haven't done any writing this weekend that isn't up at ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
ds_flashfiction, but I've been reading (books!), which is exciting.
Last night I finished Why I Hate Canadians by Will Ferguson (spoiler: he doesn't - he makes me want to be one, er, more than I already did anyway). It's not a book meant to be read by non-Canadians, which made it an interesting read, and so I suspect I'm headed for a Canadian history kick, but there was also this, near enough to the present and to my own interests to make my own utter ignorance of it a surprise: September 28, 1972. This was the date of the eighth and final hockey game of a series played between Canada and the USSR. Canada was supposed to trounce the Commies but instead struggled from the start, winning only one game on Canadian soil. Coming into the final game, they had lost three, tied once, and won three. In the third period, the Canadians came back from a two-goal deficit to tie, and then, with thirty-four seconds remaining, Paul Henderson scored a goal to win the game and the series for Canada and Democracy. Will Ferguson tells the story much better than I do.
Dunno if any of y'all are both Canadian and old enough to remember it or have heard about it, but if so... tell me about it? Ferguson describes it as the sort of uniting moment that my life has never included, except for the horror of two years ago. Despite being kindergarten-aged, I somehow missed all awareness of Challenger until five years after the fact, and even the end of Communism was sort of vague in my experience.
(And, of course, the inevitable: Fraser would have been twelve-ish in 1972, right? I wonder if they were living somewhere in radio range of CBC broadcasts...)
ds_flashfiction, but I've been reading (books!), which is exciting. Last night I finished Why I Hate Canadians by Will Ferguson (spoiler: he doesn't - he makes me want to be one, er, more than I already did anyway). It's not a book meant to be read by non-Canadians, which made it an interesting read, and so I suspect I'm headed for a Canadian history kick, but there was also this, near enough to the present and to my own interests to make my own utter ignorance of it a surprise: September 28, 1972. This was the date of the eighth and final hockey game of a series played between Canada and the USSR. Canada was supposed to trounce the Commies but instead struggled from the start, winning only one game on Canadian soil. Coming into the final game, they had lost three, tied once, and won three. In the third period, the Canadians came back from a two-goal deficit to tie, and then, with thirty-four seconds remaining, Paul Henderson scored a goal to win the game and the series for Canada and Democracy. Will Ferguson tells the story much better than I do.
Dunno if any of y'all are both Canadian and old enough to remember it or have heard about it, but if so... tell me about it? Ferguson describes it as the sort of uniting moment that my life has never included, except for the horror of two years ago. Despite being kindergarten-aged, I somehow missed all awareness of Challenger until five years after the fact, and even the end of Communism was sort of vague in my experience.
(And, of course, the inevitable: Fraser would have been twelve-ish in 1972, right? I wonder if they were living somewhere in radio range of CBC broadcasts...)