A Kind of Introduction to a Kind of Memoir

I haven’t set out to write a memoir.  I don’t even know if this qualifies as one.  Here in the midst of the Covid lockdown, my normal writing habits are impossible to maintain; my daily sojourn to a local café or pub is no longer safe practice.  The necessary rituals to pull me into the fictional headspace aren’t happening.  Yet the need to be writing doesn’t go away.

An emergency trip back to Winnipeg in May kicked open the door to revisiting old haunts, so it’s not too surprising to find th...