Maritime Mischief Visits Vacationing Caps' Fans

Canadian vandals recently made victims of my friends Mike and Marleen. Canucks, the stereotype goes, are exceedingly congenial, deferential, almost annoyingly polite. They make backyard rinks, not war. But in this instance, they invaded my friends' home along coastal Nova Scotia and ransacked it, smearing it with profane imagery. This is both a crime report and a cautionary tale against vesting too much faith in our cousins to the North, bands of whom are every bit as capable of plotting and perpetrating scandal and heinous act more typically associated with organized crime syndication in the lower 48. Once upon a time, twice each year, Mike and Marleen endured 24 hours of driving over two days from their Capitol Hill home to reach their second home in Cape Breton Island. Always they would drive, as they had so much cargo to convey to execute second-home repairs. As the natives up there know most especially with an event like Hurricane Bill, wood-stripping winds regularly visit...