I’m obsessing about the weather. I’m sure I’ve checked the forecast seven times in the last hour alone. His flight has been delayed. Originally due at around 9 PM, it is now expected to arrive somewhere around 2 AM and as luck would have it, we are expecting freezing rain tonight. I’m not only nervous about meeting him for the first time, but now I have to drive nearly 30 kilometres on an icy highway. The joys of living in Alberta!
The summer of 1984 found me in the sweltering heat of the Big Apple. I arrived in the bowels of Grand Central Station after a three-day trip by train from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. Temperatures that summer soared above 38C (100F) and I emerged from below ground covered in a thick layer of sweat and grime. A 19-year-old girl with stars in her eyes.
The Power of Soup
The hours between 3:00 AM & 5:00 AM, are the lonely hours for a waitress on the graveyard shift in a downtown diner. The club kids had headed home to pass out, with a belly full of food and enough coffee to keep any sober person awake for hours, and the early risers were still snug in their beds.