By Andrew Bain
I remember being 10 years old and my dad walking into my bedroom on a Friday morning in the summer and telling me to pack my bags: he was taking me to Miami. It was my first time on a plane, first time away from home beyond those god awful Governor General youth awards trips where kids learn to survive in the bush because leaving 25 kids under the supervision of 25 year old teachers wasn’t going to lead to itchy bush sex……. they thought. Read more >>