Yesterday on my walk I was strolling by the little playground/picnic area at Dania Beach, listening to my iPod and enjoying the sun and the 80 degree temperature when a man driving toward me stopped and yelled someting out the car. I took out the earphones and approached him. He had one good eye, the other white as meringue. I couldn't understand him at first. He yelled "Canada?" Our little town and nearby Hollywood are full of Canadian snowbirds. He said something else about Canada I didn't understand, and I figured he wanted to know if I was from Canada. I said, "No, soy de aqui!" figuring he was speaking Spanish. Then he pointed to a set of metal skis he had in the front seat of his car and told me, in English, he could give me a good deal on them.