If you have ever visited Cambridge, you may think it's a picture-pretty little town nestled on the banks of the Grand River. If you've actually lived there, however, you'll know that what it really is is one great big roiling Newfie village. I had the indescribable pleasure of living there for much of my adult life. (Every single year, I'd say, "I'm not going to stay here. It's not my kind of place. This is just temporary." This little charade continued for 23-odd years. And I do mean odd.) I met a lot of wonderful, unforgettable people during my extended exile, but the prize for Most Memorable and Also Possibly Insane Acquaintance Ever goes, hands-down, to the big-hearted, hard-partying, good-time-lovin' identical twin Newfie brothers I lived next door to for five years. I still go back and visit them once in awhile when I need to be reminded of the opposite of Toronto.
The photo above was taken during one of these surreal trips "back home." In this shot, Newfie Twin #1 is pouring gas into his latest unlicensed toy: a dirt bike. This is great news for his just-as-crazy buddy, right, who shortly thereafter will take off on an illegal, full-throttle jaunt while Newfie Twin #1 pelts down the street after him screaming: "BRING THAT BACK! I'M NOT KIDDING!" and the neighbours look on in horror. What I especially like about this shot . . . and as God is my witness I didn't notice it when I was taking the photo . . . is the dude who appears to be relieving himself in the background by the shed. This is precisely the kind of image they had in mind when they coined the phrase: "A picture is worth a thousand words." (And also "Good fences make good neighbours.")