Canada is a beautiful country. I lived in Fort Churchill for over two years as a child, and it was an adventure. I'm not sure my mother thought of it that way, but I didn't have four pre-schoolers to bundle into snow-suits. I know this, though. In the early fifties, when I was there, people paid for their medical treatment, and it was as fine as you could get in the United States. I hate to see us following a path that others have proven to be a broken road.
Here's the link.
Now I'm going to go back to packing for my trip to The Netherlands. And I'm really going to pray that I don't need a doctor while I'm there... Ah, well. At least my hair looks good.