A bunch of us are happy to bring you this conversation with David L. Cohen, the U.S. Ambassador to Canada. It’s the first in a weekly series of feature-length interviews with people around the world who are tackling the problems of the moment. Amb. Cohen gives great insight into the state of the cross-border relationship (bruised but hopeful), the promise of hydro power from Quebec’s north, and management tips from a little-league Tee-ball field in Philadelphia.

I have some of my own stories about Cohen, his predecessors, and the country I used to see across the river from my hometown. First, let’s help you hear the podcast.

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Border stories

In Sarnia you can look across the St. Clair River and see Port Huron, Michigan. As a kid I was in a drum and bugle corps that marched their 4th of July parade a couple of times. When I was older I’d borrow my dad’s car and drive across the border to shop at Full Moon Records, which had the good new jazz releases: Kevin Eubanks, Mel Lewis, the Yellowjackets.

A few times a year we’d drive right past Port Huron to Detroit, where I heard Sting and Dizzy Gillespie and took in a couple of Tigers games. You wouldn’t always have to show ID at the border. The trip across the Bluewater Bridge took less than 10 minutes.

Every part of that story got harder after 9/11. Liberal politicians and staffers in Jean Chrétien’s government were sometimes to vent about George W. Bush and, sometimes, about Americans more broadly. Paul Martin spent part of his 2006 campaign theatrically standing up to Bush, not that it helped much. Stephen Harper, to my surprise, took care to distance himself from Bush in small ways, following Chrétien’s advice that it never pays to seem too close to the Americans. Bush noticed and didn’t like it. Then Barack Obama became President and quickly triggered Harper’s fondness for grudges.

A brief thaw in this story of creeping estrangement set in when Justin Trudeau’s new government got to know the Obama crew. That didn’t last. Donald Trump’s presidency, and the worldwide rise of COVID protectionism, tremendously complicated all the longstanding irritants. Perhaps the latest surprise is that the Biden presidency hasn’t smoothed the waters much. And what I see on social networks, after I fret about this state of affairs on TV pundit panels, is that a lot of people don’t want to see the relationship improve.

Because some Canadians — not all — see the US as a broken country and they don’t want any of that mess to get on us.

This is the environment within which a succession of U.S. ambassadors to Ottawa have worked. David Cohen is the seventh occupant of the post that I’ve met. (Kelly Craft, Trump’s ambassador, would have been an eighth, but I exercised some ingenuity to avoid rooms she’d be in.)

It’s a strange job. Most of the Canada-US relationship ignores embassies. An ambassador can help facilitate executive-to-executive relationships and help crunch a few key files. The post has almost always been a reward for the president’s key fundraisers. If you get work done, so much the better.

Jim Blanchard, who was governor of Michigan when I was shopping at Full Moon Records, became Bill Clinton’s first emissary to Ottawa. Blanchard had a border state man’s preoccupation with border crossing. He helped arrange the pre-clearance system involving customs stations at key Canadian airports. And he helped broker Clinton’s outrageously undiplomatic, but probably helpful, intervention in the 1995 Quebec secession referendum.

The ambassador who stood out the most, in his personal style, was David Wilkins, the younger Bush’s second ambassador. Wilkins had been the speaker of the South Carolina House of Representatives. South Carolina is an early Republican primary state, and Wilkins helped Bush stomp John McCain there in 2000.

When I organized a fundraiser for a New Orleans performing-arts high school after Hurricane Katrina, Wilkins had me into his office to thank me by giving me a can of boiled peanuts, apparently a local delicacy back home. When you had lunch at Wilkins’ house, there was a lot of praying before you got to the food.

When Paul Martin’s campaign against Harper started to go badly and the Liberal leader tried running against Bush instead, Wilkins gave a speech at the Château Laurier to brush Martin back from the plate. It was a deeply political move, but Wilkins was a deeply political man, more so than most ambassadors. When Bush and Harper would meet, the PMO would, as is the Canadian way, tell Parliamentary Press Gallery reporters almost nothing. Wilkins would have a bunch of reporters over to his house and dish at length. Smart.

Bruce Heyman is a Chicago lawyer who raised serious coin for Obama and came to Ottawa to bask in the world’s greatest friendship. But Obama had suspended approval of the Keystone XL pipeline, and Heyman couldn’t believe how cold Harper’s Ottawa was. He was frozen out of high-level meetings for a year. The thaw after 2015 made Heyman eternally grateful. Heyman’s wife, Vicki, is a serious art collector who promoted some of the leading American artists at the National Gallery of Canada, and a proud Kentuckian who made sure the couple’s Kentucky Derby parties were well-stocked with bourbon. (My drinking days are behind me, so I stuck with Diet Coke.)

Not much reputation precedes Cohen to Ottawa. Few Canadians follow Philadelphia city politics, where as a young lawyer Cohen was chief of staff to the charismatic mayor Ed Rendell, a relationship recounted in this excellent book. Few followed his tenure at Comcast, the second-largest communications firm on earth, where Cohen was a right-hand man and fixer for the CEO. A company with $180 billion in assets does a lot of deals; Cohen’s staff has been amazed at how many senior Senators and members of Congress he knows, as well as state officials across the country.

He’s a serious person in an important job at a difficult moment. I’m glad he took some time to tell me how it’s going. I hope you enjoy our conversation.