I do. I don’t know a lot about Denmark. It’s a pretty small country. From what I can tell it’s no bigger than my pinky. Denmark did produce Søren Kierkegaard, but I am pretty sure that’s the only philosopher of note. Well, at least the only Lutheran philosopher of note. I also know there is chewing tobacco called Copenhagen, but I can’t confirm if that actually comes from Denmark or not. Probably not, I would imagine. Were there any good painters or composers from Denmark? In elementary school I once read a book about a family who hid a Jewish girl during WW2 in Denmark. Oh, it’s Scandinavian, I know that. That’s pretty much all I know about Denmark.

Well there is one more thing I know about Denmark. I will maintain that I think Kierkegaard was awesome and I love existentialism, but I love Lego more. Thank God that the Danes came up with Lego. Apparently, Google tells me that it is the 50th anniversary of the Lego brick. I just wanted to tell you all that I love Lego and I plan, at my first opportunity, to bring all my Lego to Calgary and begin building again.

I have often credited a lot of my creativity to Lego. Or, more appropriately, I credit Lego for keeping my creativity alive. I gave up playing with Lego around the age of 17 (maybe 18). The reason I gave it up is because my parents were finally refinishing the basement and so I no longer had the space to play in—not because I wanted to. I used to have two eight foot tables and they were spread apart and two planks on the end to play Lego on. It was covered in astro-turf. I sat in the middle and controlled my Lego world.

I am thankful that Lego continues to be available and a great product (though ridiculously expensive). I plan to take it up again very soon.