I seem to remember coming across some crude as a kid, not like in the wild, but when I was with my dad on deliveries. This would have been back when the tar sands were still un/starting to be developed. The shit stinks like crazy if I remember right, and its gross to touch. Think I seen crude, tar sands, and refined oil all in the same place, point in time. Cant remember the context around why I was able to get that close to it, so, hell its so fuzzy, it might have even been a dream at this point
Back in the day, I paid for every single received text, network provided or not. If some asshat decided to mass text me, it could easily run my phone bill up real fast.
I grew up in Alberta and was forced to take french from grades 1-6 and I believe it was an option from grade 7 onward. Most of my french teachers sucked at teaching, didn’t know the language that well, or just didn’t care. I know my french sucks and I can hardly string a few words together, however I can understand a lot more when spoken to me, and I can figure out 70% while reading it. Just don’t ask me to wright in french.
However I drove across Canada this summer and I apparently know enough to get fuel while in Quebec!
my father and his side are all Danish, I’m first born Canadian on that side. Would be kinda cool to walk across after hearing stories about grandpa and dads boat trip here