PUBLISHED IN THE ANTIGONISH REVIEW, FALL 2012
Do you remember the stranger who let us stay in his condo?
Do you remember when Rocky got tired of looking at trees?
Do you remember riding through a gale-force thunderstorm?
Do you remember the servers who couldnâ€™t believe weâ€™d quit our jobs?
Do you remember the Bible quotes all the way up the Cassiar?
Do you remember the day we got stuck directing lost riders?
Do you remember camping near that creepy Trans-Am?
Do you remember shopping at the fake Frenchy’s?
Do you remember Critical Mass, when it ended on Chebucto Road?
Do you remember going 70 clicks down the hill in Fundy Park?
Do you remember when I had a job for seven days?
It was at the diner in Ketchikan â€“ where the light breakfast came with three eggs.
It was at the bakery on the St. John River â€“ where they made their own molasses bread.
It was at the cafÃ© near Deschambault â€“ where we learned to order breakfast pas de cretons.
It was at Mile 55 on the Klondike â€“ with the cinnamon buns the size of your head.
It was at the restaurant in Dease Lake â€“ where $9 slices of cake were shipped up from Victoria.
It was at the buffet in Kingston â€“ where the portions were measly and the servers miserable.
It was at the farmhouse outside Saint-Andre â€“ with their taps full of microbrew.
It was at the yard sale by Borden-Carleton â€“ with the quarter cookies sold alongside quilts.
It was at pizza corner in Halifax â€“ where we ate donair and falafal.
It was at the shanty in Alma â€“ where we had lobster straight from the ocean