When I was a footloose and fancy free student in Halifax over a decade ago, locals would sometimes call me an “Upper Canadian.” I, in turn, would quickly assure them that: 1) I wasn’t a fur trader and 2) did not carry a musket.

In spite of the slightly archaic term to describe people from Toronto, my Haligonian friends were inadvertently onto something important… the lack of  defined provincial identity for all Ontarians.

I explained recently on Metro Morning: Yours to ignore

Speaking of muskets… this ol’ jingle used to make me wanna grab one and destroy my television: