Yes it is, Labour Day weekend. Or Labor Day if you happen to live in the States.
Why don’t we all just spell it the same way? We’re on the same continent, with an invisible border and a shared dislike of Gary Bettman, Paris Hilton and politicians. People in Russia or Slovenia can’t tell the difference between a person from Brandon and one from Salt Lake City. That guy playing shortstop may be Canadian, could be American. We only know from his birth certificate and his preference for weaker or stronger beer.
But Canadians add the letter ‘u’ to some words, like labour, favourite, savour. It’s an old English thing. Did Queen Victoria force us to do this or she’d have our heads cut off?
On this Labour/Labor Day weekend, with everyone out buying school clothes and boarding up the cabin or having one last three-day summer drunk, should I even bother to write some kind of long-winded thing about the Habs that you may not read anyway, or should I just do this?