Fort Mcmurray-Til we meet again
While stacking Tupperware and pack away the flotsam that gathers after three years in The same place. Yes as I gaze over the metropolis of Fort Mcmurray I come to realize that I have indeed become very attached to this cube of space and as the tear down runs it's course the thought of leaving this physical space called #312-5 Clearwater Crescent becomes sadder more melancholy. But beyond the space I will miss my place in this "Little Big town". It is not as though I have made a place for myself here, as I've mentioned, the Mac makes a place by giving breaks or puts you in your place by breaking you. The Mac can seem to be selective and completely unrepentant in the souls it lets prosper and the lives which are shredded to pieces and at first glance it seems most get their just reward. But there are colaterial victims in this tempest of money and yes greed that premeates the social fabric of this Boom Town these are the people who have a b...