Jacques and I decided to get married and I figured that it was probably a good time to apply for landed immigrant status in Canada.  Since we were constantly on tour, finding any free time in Montreal was pretty much impossible.  Luckily we were starting a cross-Canadian tour and I had a day off in Toronto.  In Toronto I looked up the address of Immigration and went over to get the necessary forms.  The officer there asked me where I lived.  “Montreal” I replied.  “You’re going to have to apply there because that’s another country.”  I must have missed something in my geography lessons but I could have sworn that Quebec was in Canada.  Then again – it is usually smarter not to argue with government officers.  When I returned to Montreal, again I looked up the address for Immigration and went down to start the process.  The officer asked me why I wanted to become a landed immigrant.  “I’m getting married to a Canadian citizen” I told them.  The officer looked at me and said “You’ll have to apply after you’re married”.  OK.  Jacques and I got married and again I made the trip to Immigration to start the process to get landed immigrant status.  The officer asked me why I wanted to become a landed immigrant.  “I’m married to a Canadian citizen”.  The officer stared at me.  “You have to become a landed immigrant before you get married.”  I looked at the officer and she looked at me.  There are moments when you know that you have stepped into the Twilight Zone.  I called Jacques.  He came to the office.  He yelled a lot.  I got my papers.