My Saint John

Frequently cold and damp, Saint John rests at the mouth of the Saint John River and on the Bay of Fundy. It’s the oldest incorporated city in Canada (with the rental units to prove it).

Things I have learned about Saint John (an ever-growing list):

• Mice are not always as timid as one would think
• People in army fatigues — who are not soldiers — freak me out.
• Even the toughest male can occasionally be found driving around the South End while listening to Toto (I bless the rains down in Africa… tra la la…).
• Beavers can be used as decor (see Loyalist Burial Ground).
• Theatres used to look like Rococo wedding cakes (see the Imperial Theatre).
• Bob Dylan can’t sell out but people will line up for days for Elton John (come on people – you must know this is wrong).
• Even Saint John is too depressing for Leonard Cohen.
• “My baby’s daddy” is a universal term.
• People will threaten to burn you at the stake if you don’t believe that the Eagles were a very important and influential band (and they’ll get really angry if you point out that the Eagles are hacks).
• Bands of shopping carts roam the city at night.
• Children of a Lesser God is always out at the Blockbuster on the East Side.

For more information, check out the city’s Wikipedia page.