“What’s Canadian Thanksgiving aboot?” my American friends ask, emphasizing the final word. Here’s why I’m thankful to be an American in Canada. I’m a Southern American, born and bred. I like biscuits and gravy, country ham, and sweet tea. I don’t “sit” on the front porch—I “set” on it. Though my speech isn’t thick with honeysuckle nectar, one of my kids describes her accent as “cornbread.” I grew up in a Baptist (pronounced “Babdist”) church. As a patriotic US soldier,... Read more