The Beaver Bus and the Phantom of the Paradise

I was young and drunk on the gravy covering my fries. I don’t even think that poutine had found its way out of Quebec. Click here for the full article
I was young and drunk on the gravy covering my fries. I don’t even think that poutine had found its way out of Quebec. Click here for the full article
They cut our hair, issued us clothes, and canoe gear. We boarded an old yellow rented school bus. I learned how to sleep sitting up that day. Click here for the full article