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Rich_Olszewski
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Every year during college after our summer jobs were over, several friends and I would drive up to Montreal and Quebec City from New York City. One fellow knew no French, and we told him that to keep from starving if we ever got separated, he was to remember “pommes frites” and “tarte aux fraises,” (ubiquitous up there at the time) and all would be well.Those aren’t real French kids, :doh2:, they are Canucks.![]()