The value of my life, I always claim, depends on the memories accumulated to this very moment, as I breathe and write these words. Someone perhaps wiser will tell you to forget the past and live in the present, and I’ll not argue, if you happen to be young, really young. ‘Le Football’ is a personal story that reminds me of a pivotal time in my life, the early years in Canada and how poignantly the lesson was forcibly learned that not a single soul ought ever be uprooted from place of birth, no matter what, not for political reasons (even if compelling at the time) and most certainly not for economic considerations. Indeed one can grow a reasonable facsimile of a banana tree in an indoor pot and even produce fruit, but they’ll be puny and lackluster in taste in comparison to the tropical tree. Parents have a moral obligation to nurture and raise their children on their own native soil, period. A harsh judgment but one I stand by.