On this, the 5th anniversary of 9/11, I listened this morning to Sounds Like Canada. Shelagh was broadcasting live from Gander, where so many (38 to be exact) planes en route to either the US or Europe were grounded. I don't know about y'all but I am SO happy Newfoundland is the province at the edge of Canada in the east. Where else can you get that amazing spirit of hospitality and help while still maintaining a smile and a "awww it was nothing, really." attitude? Nowhere, that's where. Shelagh interviewed a pharmacist who spent days running around providing toothbrushes, nicotine patches and loads of other products to passengers; she spoke with a representative from the local SPCA who went to all the planes and unloaded and took care of all the animals that had been on board; she spoke with security screeners who assisted people as they got off the planes with big smiles and hugs and "we're so happy you're safe on the ground" kinds of greetings, as well as dozens more equally amazing ordinary people who went all out to ensure the best for these stranded and worried people. Absolutely incredible, and I hope if my plane ever needs rerouting, I get to go to Newfoundland. Props, Newfoundlanders - no other province could have done it better.
In other news, the pope can take a huge flying leap. Piss off.