In one of my online communities, when you go to a member’s page, it shows you where they’re from. This kid’s page says he’s from Lethbridge. That triggered something in the back of my head because I knew I had heard of that before.

In the middle of the night, it hit me. It’s from the Barenaked Ladies song These Apples.

She wrote me a letter as big as a phone book
I’ve never been big on mail
I sent her a postcard from somewhere near Lethbridge,
And wondered if it still went by rail

Now I’ve had that damn song stuck in my head for two days.