We knew something cool was going to happen before we even stepped into Fat Lenny’s. We knew it because it was called Fat Lenny’s, but also because of the life-sized human-cat mannequin.
Randy Gilson didn’t exactly step into a void when he bought a dilapidated old home in the Mexican War Streets and transformed it into Randyland.
It wasn’t dawn when we parked at the mouth of the abandoned turnpike, as I had hoped. It was after four in the afternoon. Also, it had started to rain.
Locomotives that had roared across this track were named things like Black Dinah, Moxie, and Bombazeen.
The word eclectic is in their mission statement, so it’s no wonder I got a kick out of Tantramar FM.
I’m keen on the railroad, I tell people who ask, because of its role in building Canada, especially here, where Confederation could not have happened without this track being laid.