Today is Rememberance Day in Canada. As a child of immigrants, I don’t have any relatives that were part of the allied forces in any of the big wars (at least, I don’t think so). Even so, if it weren’t for the sacrifices made by those soldiers long ago, who knows whether I’d be here today? It’s all a big chain of related events. Anyway, I’m feeling appreciative, and thankful.

Last night was the second opportunity for me to vote in just the past month or two. It was the municipal election, and I was voting for a ward councillor and the mayor of Toronto. Eventually, the candidate I had voted for mayor didn’t win, but just the fact that I went out and had my choice counted made me feel better. I find it odd that there’s a lot of apathy among youth when it comes to voting. It’s one of the few times when a person actually has a chance to affect how things are run. You’d think that this type of power is appealing. Heh. Then again, I suppose I’m guilty of it myself. I had a chance to vote long ago in the last federal election. My name was on the voter’s list and everything. However, I decided not to go out. I was at University at the time–meaning I was away from home. There was just no urge to go out and vote…especially for an MP in an area I was not too familiar with. I guess now I get a really cheap thrill out of marking a name and being counted.