Last night we met some long-lost relations at the Old Spaghetti Factory for some scrumptious pasta. Perfect combination, I'd say.
Then, driving home along Dallas Road we see a shirtless man boxing with the air in front of him. This struck me as quite unusual, so I mentioned it to someone at school today who assured me that he is often there, and also swims across Vancouver Island's lakes on a regular basis. Two thoughts came to mind: 1-It's a very small city we live in, and 2-I pick him for my team.