This is my Sony Walkman. It traveled around the world with me, and that I still have it today is a testament to the important role it played in my life. Digging it out of time-capsule storage, I found it at the ready with my old stand-by mixed tape of Don Henley, Bob Seger,…
In the summer of 1991, already five and a half months on the road, I spent weeks cycling across Germany, the Netherlands and France. After crusading through Paris, we headed south. By then it was just me and Reinout, my good friend from Thunder Bay. En route to Geneva, Switzerland, we were unceremoniously de-trained…
I wrote a book. Yes, an actual book. With a title (A Continental Affliction), a word count that would terrify a marathon runner, and enough coffee stains on my desk to qualify as modern art. Somewhere between parenting, working, and pretending my mad Wordle skills are actually skills, I thought: Sure, why not pile…
Excitement. Trepidation. Fear. All these feelings at once, as I finally introduce this little baby of mine to the world. A long time ago, in a High Park galaxy far, far away, I arrived at a conclusion. I needed to take flight and see the world. Exploration. Adventure. Cultural Immersion. Soul searching. All of…