In 1935, a 19 year old, standing 6’2, 240 lbs. was brought into the North Bay jail by a constable and his brother. In no time, the man was fighting with officers with the fury of a “caged lion”.
You’re out for a late night stroll, and walking down Algonquin St. you pass by a suspicious looking character. The man begins walking, inches from your side, seemingly unaware of the unsettling nature of this. “Uh… How’s it going?” you ask awkwardly. “Fine.” He replies. You feel uneasy, you speed up. He is a fewContinue reading “Neighbourhood Watch (or: how I learned to stop worrying and log off)”