This story features my dad in Leamington, Ontario.
It is a rainy morning. It has rained for days. The forecast predicts nothing but more rain. Still, he's walking to work.
It's just a 15 minute stroll from his house to his office. Not a big deal on any other day. But it is wet. It is cold.
He rounds a corner. A boy is walking toward him. He looks to be about nine.
Dad: Well, are you wet yet?
The boy looks undeterred by the weather. He puffs up his chest.
Boy: I'm from Nova Scotia.