fateful Christmas party here at Bill's house where we now live. I didn't know anyone there, didn't want to go, and basically self-medicated with beer to just get myself in the door. But of course it was great; people we felt comfortable with, no pretentiousness, good laughs. I made two of my closest friends of the past four years within an hour of arriving at that party: our gracious landlord Bill, and Lorne, who got a great kick out of finding out that we had grown up 20 miles apart in southern Manitoba. I had never had friendships develop that quickly.