There are certain things I remember clearly about the bowling alley from when I was a teenager. There was the signature scent of businesses of the day; cigarette smoke mingled with the aroma of fried food. The sounds of pool balls clacking together and bowling balls hitting the hardwood and thundering down the lanes filled the air.
Read MoreSo, when I came to Saskatchewan, I had this thought in my head: I am never going to say goodbye again.
Read MoreMy cousin Orland was such a joker. When we were young, we lived on a road allowance. We were always left at home to do things. I had to do housework, and my cousin had to do the outside work.
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