Learn Something New Everyday #2

Today is in fact John Galt Day in Guelph, Ontario.

http://news.guelphmercury.com/News/article/362665

The life of Guelph founder John Galt will be celebrated Monday with
historic games, a parade and canoe hockey.

Galt, a prominent Scottish author, founded Guelph in 1827.
"This founder celebration reflects our heritage and his courage," organizer Bonnie
McDougall said.

John Galt and William "Tiger" Dunlop, a fellow adventurer and
author, will attend the celebration in the form of local actors.
The river races and canoe hockey are part of the tradition.
"In canoe hockey we use a soccer ball and paddles to make contact with the ball," McDougall said.

A parade of local community leaders will travel to St. Andrew's
Presbyterian Church, Galt's former parish, to celebrate a non-denominational
service. McDougall said people are encouraged to bring a picnic to the
family-focused event. "There will be historic games including crochet, sack
races, ring toss and stilts," said Katherine McCracken, director of Guelph
Museums. "We will run the games along the river beside the River Run Centre,"
she said. The event is free but participants are asked to bring a donation for
the food bank.

Sheena will celebrate this important day in local history by submitting herself to the fierce intellect of the baggage carrier down at the bus station, legs akimbo among the stacks of empty Red Cap cases in the long, dark, abandoned, granite tunnel of the Grand River Transit terminal, chanting to herself, "You will follow me." As words silently spoken are more a claim of right than a prayer, more a demand than a wish, being followed, she will then move even faster into the darkness, pulse beating rapidly, but unafraid. And then, despite his leashed intensity, the harshness of his lips...down the line of her throat,… leaving a trail of bruises worser than any hickey she ever got in junior high, his elbow knocking her head aside, with her teeth sinking into the flesh of his arm, there will be at last - finally - less a surrender than a worship of him, and then an inevitable wipe up with the Wet Nap left over from last week's Moose Winooskie Wing Night Extravaganza.