The American equivalent of the English pub is probably the ‘dive bar’. One evening I had a need to get out of the house, so I headed out for a quick stroll up Hyde street. As I arrived at the O’Farrell intersection, I saw that our neighbourhood dive bar, The Nightcap, was open for the…
Blind Giles told me long ago about the plans for Scarborough’s first naked bike ride. But, ever the pragmatist, he always has his reasons for asking.“Maybe you’d like to… come along, Sherwood. It could be fun. And you could block off roads and be in charge of filming it all for me.” I’ve never been one…
A man, bare chested, sits in a doorwaywatching some trash beinglightly sautéedin stagnant street-water. It’s eleven AM, and three young menargue about the outcomeof a dominoes game.They look out from the shadeof a crumbling colonial town houseas our bus splashes to a haltand even more people boardand the bus driver calls‘Dale! Vamos! Dale!’and there’s an…
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