Today I go back to the terrible scar on existence that is known as Belleville, Ontario. I’m going back because I’ll be able to see my niece for the first time in person, go to a wedding, and see my brother graduate.
If it were possible to view Belleville under a microscope, I’m sure if would quiver and undulate like some unspeakable Lovecraftian horror. However, for this visit I will be bringing a weapon to combat insanity, as it were.
That’s how I roll.
