I watched the sun rise over an ancient Medicine Wheel, and I wept.
There is a man in a grey suit who smiles freely and greets guests on the banquet level some late evenings. I haven’t had the pleasure of meeting him, but there’s time yet.
Despite what Hugh Jackman might have you believe, Wolverine is Canadian. He’s ours. There’s no reason he wouldn’t be in Saskatoon.
Things move very quickly once we leave Calgary. A stop in Regina, a night in Moose Jaw. On the way to the border at Portal, we drive right past the set for Corner Gas. I love Saskatchewan. I love the Prairie.