Pardon My French: Language, licorice and my own Révolution tranquille

In this series of columns, one-time Alliance Quebec president and media personality Royal Orr reflects on his relationship with his second language.
 
I was clutching a dime in my five-year-old hand, looking puzzled (or maybe panicked) at Mme Brochu behind the candy counter of her tiny convenience store in the Townships village where I grew up.
It was a Saturday morning, my mother would have given my older brother and me each a dime and we’d walk the gravel road from my parents’