My Canada started with a visit to Parliament Hill with Dad, Remy, and Christopher. We saw a lot of people, and from far far away we saw a video screen that showed what was happening on the Hill: the Governor General inspecting the guards; Prime Minister Harper giving a short speech; we could hear the singing of Oh Canada, and the beginning of the musical entertainment (traditional French Canadian fiddles and spoons and some First Nations drumming and singing).
Dad was understandably worried about the possibility of Christopher getting lost in the crowd, so we decided to take turns carrying him on our shoulders. I mused about the marketability of GPS ankle bracelets to keep track of children. Unfortunately, Greg says the microwaves would be too dangerous.
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The Plight of Radio Flight
by John C. Mannone
Undulating heaps of raging solar dunes
Flare-up in discontent aloud and none too soon
Convulsed magnetic strands dance coronal tunes
While spastic plasmic electrons dance, spin and croon
Luminal shrieks are broadcast
To the lonely blackened void
Chased by a swarm of dissenters cast
Out from the angry spheroid
Shocked by a protruding magnetopause
Snared by magnetic straps
Flocked by the rising tropopause
Flared by collisional traps
These, the terrestrial ether succumbs
And fade in a dream of shimmering bifrost
The tricolor auroral curtain becomes
A legacy of the solar shards once lost.
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