A few weeks back, my Dad and I went on another secret mission (we does those a fair amount now). We took the bus downtown and joined a big crowd of people in the cold. After a fair amount of being quiet, a band started and then another one, and another one - it was a band parade that consisted of mostly Canadians in a variety of uniforms, and a mini band of Russians. It was pretty powerful stuff.
Speaking of powerful stuff, I scored three goals last Saturday at my soccer. Two were in a drill, but one was in the scrimmage (my Dad was medium excited, but I could tell he was holding back his jubilation). I will try and find you a picture, but Dad says that I have to protect my 'image rights' for future contracts. He's alright my Dad, but a bit nutty.