My 31st birthday arrived on a dark and frigid Thursday morning in the city of Winnipeg. When my alarm clock went off, the sun hadn’t even risen but in lieu of sunlight, the numerous skyscrapers and their neon marquees shone beautifully in the cold morning air. I couldn’t sleep a wink last night; I was too excited to doze off and all I could think about...
Snow. Nothing but snow. I awoke to a strange new world blanketed by glistening powder accompanied by towering evergreens. In just a few eyewinks, I went from a rain-soaked Torono to a frozen wilderness; a world where Princess Elsa and Jack Frost had definitely worked their snowy magic. No sign of Olaf and Bunnymund, unfortunately. From another view, it also...
Since I was a little boy, one of my dreams has been to ride a train, cross-country. It has been a dream since the first time I laid eyes on the rows and rows of locomotives and cars berthed at the Sunnyside Yard in Queens just a few miles from the foreboding entrance to the East River tunnels. It seemed like a pipe dream as it went unnoticed for years until January...