A quarter-Canadian from Cleveland explores his roots—and melts your face with joy.
Most American children are taught that their country is the "best." But this idea never stuck with Dave Hill, despite being born and raised in Cleveland, Ohio. His grandfather, you see, was from Canada. And every Sunday at dinner he'd remind Dave and anyone else within earshot that it was in fact Canada, this magical and mysterious land just across the mighty Lake Erie, that was the "best."
So while Dave's peers kept busy with football and baseball, Dave got into hockey, developed a preference for Canadian bacon, and was well-versed in the Canadian healthcare system by age nine (okay, the last one is not true). In later years he even visited Canada a couple of times. And then, inspired by a publisher's payment of several hundred dollars (Canadian) in cash, he travelled all over the country, reconnecting with his heritage in such places as Montreal, Moose Jaw, Regina, Winnipeg, Merrickville and of course Clinton, Ontario, meeting a range of Canadians, touching things he probably shouldn't and having adventures too numerous and rich in detail to be done justice in this blurb.
The result, he promises, is "the greatest Canada-based literary thrill ride of your lifetime."