Don't Wake Daddy always reminds me of being in Ottawa on my hitch-hiking trip, listening to that song on my walkman (a walkman is a device that plays cassette tapes, which are tightly wound cartridges containing little strips of magnetic tape that have the ability to play music) while walking across a bridge spanning the Rideau Canal. I was heading to the MEC to buy a butane cannister for my stove. Funny how songs can often remind you of a very specific time and place, eh? Now I admit, that isn't much of a story, but it gives me an excuse to mention the House of Commons, Canada's seat of government, where all our pooliticians get together and debate matters of poolicy. They are mostly full of poo. Mostly.