In honor of Canada Day, here's my typographical nod to our neighbors to the north. Consider this my olive branch after the harrowing experience last summer of getting turned away at the Canadian border with a vanful of musical instruments and nine weary bandmates. Still and all, if it hadn't been for that snub, we never would've lingered so long in Vermont and gotten to know the itinerant philosopher, raft-builder, and sage Poppa Neutrino. Plus, we got to hang out in a laundromat in Montpelier! It all worked out in the end. And so, Happy Canada Day, y'all. I forgive you.