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We cruised down the old highway, sun at our backs, wind in our hair, and the Eagles on the radio. I grinned over at my friend Burt in the driver’s seat. We were on vacation and having the time of our lives. Then we heard the clunk-clunk-clunk every motorist dreads. I leaned out and craned my neck so I could see the back right tire. “We’ve got a flat, Burt,” I said. Read More …
“In the late summer of that year we lived in a house in a village that looked across the river and the plain to the mountains. In the bed of the river there were pebbles and boulders, dry and white in the sun, and the water was clear and swiftly moving and blue in the channels.” Read More …
H. P. Lovecraft is one of the most influential science fiction authors of all time. Stephen King calls him “the 20th century’s greatest practitioner of the classic horror tale.” References to his works abound in pop culture. There’s even a satirical movement to elect one of his characters President of the United States. Read More …
Fifty years ago, Toronto’s Cabbagetown was depressed and violent. If you wanted to get somewhere in life, you got out of the neighbourhood. It was there that 18-year-old Gilles Gauthier lived and worked.