I once had an intense crush on a Canadian boy.He was young, blond and impossible, like all the boys I like.And one time (one of the few times we spoke, 'cause the rest of the time all we did was stare) he told me the name of the town where he was from. It was a strange name. I didn't understand it.So he wrote it down on a piece of paper—'Kamloops'.This is the only thing he ever gave me. No kisses, nothing. Just a piece of paper with the word 'Kamloops' on it. To this day, I've been carrying it around in my wallet.Harold Lloyd cherishes an empty box of dog biscuits, the only souvenir he's got from the day he met the girl of his dreams. These are the things I respond to, and after being somewhat disappointed by Safety Last and The Kid Brother I have finally found the kind of Harold I can relate to, who makes me laugh and who moves me in equal amounts.















