from Ottawa, where I came tonight for dinner with a friend. To anyone who’s lived here before – Ottawa is barely recognizeable, and that’s not entirely pleasant. It seems very glossy and insincere, and maybe even a bit mean, in that suburban way. At that, though, when I walked into the restaurant where we ate, I did bump into an old friend who I worked at summer camp with about 15 years ago. Which is such an “Ottawa” thing, at least for folks who grew up here. Later I went to the bar that the aforementioned friend owns (she’s a partner, I think, in the Manx) and one of the servers had gone to my high school.
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