I had a very strange dream last night -- that I had taken a job in some big Canadian city in one of the prairie provinces. I was looking for breakfast my very first day, and the restaurant was sort of a buffet, but when I reached the cash register, all I had in my wallet was American bills and (this is where it gets weird) two semi-fossilized scrambled eggs, which for some odd reason, I thought might be more valid tender in Canada than U.S. currency.
I think this dream is largely a leftover from a 1971 trip to Vancouver with my parents, where we were trying to find a restaurant serving lunch on a Sunday in downtown -- and it was like there were few restaurants, and they were nearly all closed.
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