What's weird about this brilliant song to me, now here on a blog begun by a guy living in Paris, reaching a country where French is synonymous with surrender, is that it was the French who first came in contact with Mohawks.  Preachers, Jesuit preachers, loads of them.  How they got down the St. Laurence rapids we never figured out, but it must have been they were as hardy as we.  (Now i'm going to have to find out what Mohawks called those rapids.)

They were afraid we were going to eat them. We didn't, as we found it hard to force feed them to engorge their livers.  So we let them survive and prosper.

Which caused our communities to split along French or English lines.  To this day.

So when me hears The Band singing about the Acadian diaspora, somehow i can relate.

Merry 2nd day of xmas all, and to all a very good night.

"Life shrinks or expands in proportion to one's courage." - Anaïs Nin