The importance of the oh-so fabulous poncho
As I hopped on my bike yesterday to head towards home, I couldn’t understand why everyone was riding in such an insane fashion. Now, riding a bike here in the beginning was a harrowing, white knuckle experience. I’m trying to come up with an analogy, so let’s say, picture the entire city of Montreal on...
Round and round the courtyard he goes
Every day when I come home, there is a small group of elderly women and men waiting for me outside perched on a strange assortment of chairs that have been rescued from the trash bin. In actuality, they’re not waiting for me, per se, but they are hanging out, drinking tea and occasionally playing checkers...
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