I realize that I am a little tardy with this post and Canada Day was yesterday July/1 but I was too busy celebrating the birthday of this fine country to be blogging!
Anyway, onto the story. In 1980 I was living in London, England, and my employers made the mistake of sending me to Chicago fo a week to attend a big computer geeking convention. It was during this week that I got talking to a bunch of canadians and by the end of the week there was a lucrative job offer on the table.
Boy was the wife suprised when I flew home and told her the good news "Pack your stuff, we are moving to Canada!".
We were met at the airport in Calgary by my new employer who had arranged an appartment hotel for us until we could find a more permenant home. Having spent 9 hours cooped up in an airplane with a cranky pregnant wife, and an even crankier 18 month old son what I needed was a beer.
I told the wife I was going for a walk, and off I went in search of libations. I hunted high and low for anything that said Pub, Inn, Bar, etc. I was having a bit of a panic attack, I could find nothing that had my favorite words on it. I was beginning to think that I had moved to a dry country!
Then I saw a sign, this sounded promising.
It was a bar! I slipped onto one of the bar stools looked around. The bartender came over and asked me what I would like to dink, beer I told him. "which brand?". Well I had absoloutly no clue what they sold, so I said, "it doesn't matter, whatever you think is good". I am sure that he thought I had two heads and came from mars.
He brought me a Labbats Blue.
For several weeks Labatts Blue was the only beer I tried, primaraly because it was the only band I knew (or at least remember).