I have recently sold another short story to Summit Studios. Matt Jackson there likes my writing. He wants me to take the drinking mentions out as a lot of younger people also read his anthologies. The story is called Big Bad Snowman and occurred some years back when I hung out at the Zoo, a big flophouse of transients from B.C. and Welland, Ontario looking for work. A party was always on and if not, could get started in a hurry. George Miller boiled potatoes with dirt still on them, we had a wacky city floor hockey team, Paul was building a catamaran in the backyard, Canadian Club whiskey was never mixed (Barry), and there was always beer in the fridge.