Twenty five years ago a man in a white mask pulled me out of a dark, warm hole, at the Selkirk General Hospital. After some shit hit the fan we drove the station wagon into Winnipeg where I reside now. The station wagon's front end caught fire, we later bought a red Dodge minivan. Moving along, I find utmost satisfaction in snail mailing people letters and small parcels. I'm okay with sewing, baking & thrifting. I like antiques, anything mid-century modern is a real dandy. I bike places.