It all started in the living room of my Russian Sympathizing Neighbor…
I was 9 years old1 in the fall of 1986. My family had moved to Gloucester, a suburb of Ottawa, the capital city of Canada. We were Americans in a foreign land, where they ate vinegar on their French Fries, and said “about” funny.
I had moved there from my home in Northern New York, in …
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