And I thought all advertising was aspirational....If I buy this gum, can I be like him?
We're leaving Canada this afternoon and I'll be taking with me some exciting memories of gorgeous waterfalls, stunning mountains, crystal blue lakes.... and a very white man in an orange Speedo.
Funny thing is, I went to Calgary when I was 8 years old with my family. My stand out memory from that trip was a swim in the high-rise hotel pool. A very white man had come to swim laps wearing a Canadian flag Speedo. The sides and back of the Speedo were red, the front was white with a flaming red maple leaf sprawled out over the extreme center . Why is this the memory that persists through time? Why can't I remember my high school history lessons or the formula for pi? Why is the Canadian flag Speedo in the brain file of unforgettable memories?
At least I've got another Speedo memory to add to my Canadian travelogue. I'll never forget it. That and the little old man that asked us if we were on our honeymoon. Sort of, mister, sort of.
Coming Tomorrow:That Rhubarb Streusal Coffee Cake
