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SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY! TRACTOR PULL. BEEEEEEEEE THERE.
My sister tells this story from her last year of high school: That year, the prom was on the same night as the tractor pull and these choices presented a real dilemma to some. You see, every year the town of Brooklin has a good ol’ country fair. The [...]

Saturday night in Whitby and the I’ve never seen the parking lot at the Blockbuster so packed.
Earlier in the day, Elif suggested that we find at least another friend in town. It makes sense. Someone with a different opinion about the town would be refreshing. Still, this fictitious fourth person, who we now call Ringo, [...]

Ah, life in the Durham region. Where styrofoam houses fill the landscape to the horizon and whose elected officials conduct themselves with the utmost dignity and panache. The Durham region includes the ever-stunted Whitby and its bedroom-community brethren Pickering, Ajax (whose relation to certain heroic Greek warrior is overwhelmingly ironic), Oshawa, Uxbridge, Scugog (the best [...]

Call it making the best of a less than ideal situation. Call it emic anthropology. Call it the search for kicks. We called it, Whitby Night.
On Friday, Caitlin, Michelle and Scott took the GO eastbound. Picked them up at the station, the classic rock radio station blaring.
“I didn’t know [Trooper’s] Raise a Little Hell actually [...]

Recouperating in Whitby.
Still not in phase with the EST.

I think this is the longest I’ve gone without posting in the last six months. Weird. Not much to report from Whitby. Stop. I hear some of you laughing and saying, “But there’s never anything to report from Whitby!” Yes, ‘burb dissing is as easy as lying to models and both are good for a [...]

Just under six months and 16 countries later (minus one if you don’t count a simple train-ride through Switzerland and add one if you count the Vatican City) plus 10 hours of flying and 10 hours of waiting around airports and wa-BAM, we’re back in the land of maple syrup and insightful news features that [...]