There’s nothing quite like Winnipeg in December. Unless you’re comparing that experience to Winnipeg in January. On one of my trips to the city I was informed that there have been days at Portage and Main when it was colder than on Mars.
There’s this joke that people tell about Saskatchewan: “Saskatchewan is so flat you can watch your dog run away for three days.” I’m here to tell you that is not entirely true.
I grew up in Edmonton, partly. Most of my time at elementary school was spent collecting hockey cards and cheering for the Oilers. That was in the dynasty days when Gretzky, Kurri, and Messier were all there and Stanley Cup victories were a regular occurence.