Today I spent five hours in a car driving home from Edmonton by myself. I was listening to my favourite broadcast journalist describe the town I’m living in as the most hated in Canada, which is probably true. “As the plane landed I was shocked that I couldn’t see a circle out of Dante’s Inferno, just a lot of standard Canadian wilderness and a small town.” And the funny thing about it is that he was being totally sincere.
Anyways, he revealed that he has a brother named Tyrone and I remembered that my Mom wanted to give that name to my brother but reason/my father prevailed.
