Stayed with my great uncle in Saskatoon once and he brought me to a church supper. Actually he had been asked to volunteer and he brought me as surrogate: he was sitting there at the table smiling and watching us work. Sometimes he would make a distasteful or confusing joke.

So I was opening cans of tomatoes, and the pastor was Italian and he was telling us how he needs to get his tomatoes from Edmonton, these San Marzano canned tomatoes are the best and you can't get them in Saskatoon or Regina. My uncle would call him "an aye-tal-ion", really emphasizing the I sound.

There were other young adults there and one lady was a butler. That's what I remember, that she was a butler, and she told us about being a butler, like that, these days, butlers work for multiple masters. And she had a special butler Blackberry that was never on silent.