where cheryl began

Travel for work has finally led me back to my birthplace; I have been waiting years for this. In less than 4 hours, I found the hospital, my dad's old radio station and the first neighbourhood I ever lived in. (I say neigbourhood as there wasn't really a house left to speak of, unless you consider an overgrown lot, and an almost unrecognizable foundation left underneath.) I received a quick tour of CJDC 890am, got my photo taken at Mile '0' and by request from my mom, took some pictures of the golf course and stole her a score card. I can see why people might like it here: neighbourhoods are small, the views are wide, and the people are warm. I just hope the big box stores keep their distance so that this little northern town can keep what is left of its individuality...