The silence outside my apartment is broken by the babble of dozens of young voices. I run to the window to see a line of children snaking down the street, across the road, and beyond the next corner. Police cars block the intersections and for five minutes all I hear is their happy chatter. Is it the annual Turkey Trot, the very Canadian tradition of whole schools going for communal walks on Thanksgiving weekend? I think it may be. Happy Thanksgiving!