Sitting in the Village in Manhattan on a tiny patio at the Malt House Pub. Outside, the sirens blare. I’m drinking a pint of locally brewed Blueprint Toasted Lager backed with a shot of Jamieson Black Barrel (I think)… or is it the other way around? Which backs which? I used to hate this city when I was in my early 20’s… Just like I hated Vancouver. But since then, …
Reunion: Part One
Today, I sit in my bedroom, as I write. It is Thursday, not Tuesday, which is my regular writing day and I am, obviously, not at Rooster. I have two hours to get this week’s article written before I leave for my sailing class because, tomorrow, I think I’m driving up north again. Of course, I’m not complaining, however I do find it interesting because I’m pretty sure I have …
