I was trying to think of what I could do to mark the event and have decided to hold a parade here in NYC. I’ll put on my toque, sing RUSH songs in my best Torontonian twang, and march to the nearest Tim Horton’s while body checking a few people along the way.
PROLOGUE: A BLACK CONDOR DIPPED her featherless head and flapped her wings, straining for height. Another vulture drifted in front of her, forcing the condor to climb higher in the crowded wheel of circling birds. The condor struggled, her body weak from having little to eat over the past month. The sun had yet to… Read more »