Halifax, I’m sorry I underestimated your importance and how much you meant to me. Now I’m back in upper Canada and missing your salty air, your kitchen parties, your sense of community, your Blundstone-clad Haligonians. You never know what you have until it’s gone and I’m sorry I took you for granted. —Dyin’ for a Donair
This article appears in Nov 8-14, 2012.
The salty air that causes power outages?
The sense of community???
I’ll pack all that up and send it to ya… what’s your address?
666 delusional lane?
you know darn well you are probably going to be unhappy anyplace you go, right?
and we would miss you.
(spend a winter in vancouver to see power outages across the entire lower mainland every time the wind hits 40K)