breakin’ the law
I have to say I was genuinely excited as I drove down the hill into downtown Fredonia, especially when I saw the familiar sign for Mary’s Deli. Now back in my day, there was a raging debate about who had the better pizza and wings. I was in Camp Mary’s, but lots of people were on the Gina’s Pizza, Wings, and Things bandwagon.
from under a rock: episode ii
Sometimes it takes a while for things to sink in. So, I decided to wait 18 months before writing a second piece about the music I’ve missed while my extensive CD collection and I were resting comfortably under a rock.
(canadian) music holds the secret
My love of Canadian music has been well-documented—by zombies. Well, not really. But I read a blogpost a few months ago with a tip for identifying passive voice. If you can add “by zombies” to the end of your sentence, it’s passive. So sorry for the passive opening. I love Canadian music. There. That’s more direct. Moving on…
oh canada
Even as an adult, Canada continued to play a special part in my life, most notably our many trips to The Beer Store. Yes, The Beer Store. An entire store filled with beer. It basically works like this: you walk in and tell a very nice person what you want. That very nice person punches some keys into a machine. You give that very nice person some of your money. And then your beer magically appears on a conveyor belt. What’s not to love about that?