On the outskirts of the southside of Brandon was a Drive-Inn theatre. I loved it, as in days past I could hide in the most dangerous...
“Please release me, let me go.” – Engelbert Humperdinck Church picnics are the stuff of legend. Mom’s as a rule tend to want to out-do one...
Elsa and her magnificent patience had helped pull my head out of the adolescent funk it was in. Incredibly, with her guidance I had pushed myself...
It’s another late night at Nathan’s place as he, myself and Justin play some computer games on his Amiga 500; cutting edge technology for 1992. Despite...
During the summer of 1992, it was common practice for me and Elsa to park the car by the Assiniboine River in Brandon. It’s not as...
