A quarter-Canadian from Cleveland explores his roots--and melts your
face with joy.
Most American children are taught that their country is the best. But
this idea never stuck with Dave Hill, despite being born and raised in
Cleveland, Ohio. His grandfather, you see, was from Canada. And every
Sunday at dinner he'd remind Dave and anyone else within earshot that it
was in fact Canada, this magical and mysterious land just across the
mighty Lake Erie, that was the best.
So while Dave's peers kept busy with football and baseball, Dave got
into hockey, developed a preference for Canadian bacon, and was
well-versed in the Canadian healthcare system by age nine (okay, the
last one is not true). In later years he even visited Canada a couple of
times. And then, inspired by a publisher's payment of several hundred
dollars (Canadian) in cash, he travelled all over the country,
reconnecting with his heritage in such places as Montreal, Moose Jaw,
Regina, Winnipeg, Merrickville and of course Clinton, Ontario, meeting a
range of Canadians, touching things he probably shouldn't and having
adventures too numerous and rich in detail to be done justice in this
blurb.
The result, he promises, is the greatest Canada-based literary thrill
ride of your lifetime.