Pierre Trudeau was Canada's new Prime Minister, Brewers Retail was on strike, as was Canada Post, and thousands of young people were hitchhiking back and forth across the country.
This morning - Canada Day 2016 - I poked my head out the door of our home on Pelican Lake, stepped quietly, coffee in hand, onto the deck at dawn, and watched three otters cavorting like kids in the calm water in front of me.
A little later a mother mallard and three ducklings glided elegantly into shore in front of me as Alfie my red squirrel sat upright on the rail a few feet to my right and scolded me for standing too close to his sunflower seed breakfast.
This Canada Day is as awesome as my first. It's been a great run in my adopted country so far. Being here is still a dream come true after all these years, and I look forward to another 48 (or so) in a great country surrounded by amazing citizens.
By 8 o'clock Mary and I were in the boat, enroute to camp, where I mixed ingredients for a rhubarb/blueberry pie, and a batch of banana, peanut butter, oat cookies that I had read about, and promptly fired up the barbeque to cook them.
Tonight I'll be taking a group of people on the Minnitaki Queen for a sunset cruise, polished off with an anchorage just off the town beach to watch fireworks after dark.
By 11 o'clock I expect to be back at camp, sitting in the hot tub with a glass of wine, reflecting on what an exciting country welcomed me almost a half century ago.
The dream continues!
Happy Canada Day, my friends.