It’s Christmas Day and we’re playing basketball, at night on outdoor courts with a large Lego building in the background.
Tim, Hogan, Alan Doyle, Louie, Baker and Chip, who has a perfect mushroom cut, are all there.
I explain the statistics of why it makes sense that I would meet someone from Montreal in Winnipeg and then randomly meet them again in St. John’s later. There’s only one place either of us was going in Winnipeg that night. It begins as a one-in-a-million shot, but we do run in similar circles. It’s just about timing of being in the same city.
I remember back to when we were outside, on a hilly, sunny, beautiful day at Mark O’Brien’s wedding.
Everyone is from Newfoundland, and they’re mostly fancy, but can also be skeets if they need to. Mark Vidal is buying a bone marrow biopsy pill to cut up and snort.
Riggy is looking for Gabe to tell him they should also getting married in a surprise ceremony, but nobody can find him.