Happy birthday to my mom. Late nineties, I’m on tour with the Datsons across Canada, calling home on calling cards like I promised. Get to Regina, Saskatchewan, call her up. “Mom, I’m in Regina.” Silence followed by giggles. “…Vagina?” she asks, genuinely confused. “No mom, REGINA.” “Vagina?” We went back and forth. She was not getting it. Love and miss you mom.