WE DIDN’T CARE IF it looked silly and sounded awful—there was only the dog there to stand witness.
My son Gord and I stood at attention in the middle of the bay in the only time of year you can actually walk on water—in this case, skate—and we belted out the national anthem. We hit a few sour notes, blew a verse or two, but ended with a roaring cheer for the start of what may
