Beth and her gallant escort at Dann’s Depot. (Note: crisp white shirt.) A mighty fine c and w band was playin’. Most of the other dancers were in cowboy boots; the men had big belt buckles. One man kept getting up to dance with different ladies; he looked about 90. It could not have been a friendlier place.

Salmon run on the Humber River, Curran Stikuts, and Malcolm Gladwell
The other day I was on my bike coming back from St. John’s Bakery with a backpack full of bread

