Very long day.
Long day at work. Trying.
Frank Magazine is up, online. It has my two pieces in it. My media column, and my new missing persons column. That column will likely evolve into a general-purpose true crime column, where I discuss some Nova Scotia unsolved murders that haven't had nearly enough ink over the years. There is one unsolved murder going back to 1955, a grocer named Michael Resk. I want to look further into that, if I can.
There are other unsolved murders, unsolved crimes, and missing persons cases that I want to write about as well. The only provisos are that they must be Nova Scotia-based cases, and I'd prefer to write about ones that haven't had a lot of coverage.
Wish me luck.
After work, we went to dinner on Grafton Street, a place called The Stubborn Goat. Very interesting place! We had a vampire killer pizza, with lots of garlic on it, a mess of fries with everything possible on them, and a piece of ginger cake. Good food. We will be back.
After that, we waddled over to the library. There was a man giving a talk about the Gaelic language. Fascinating. And for the first time in many years, I heard more credence to the theory that maybe the term "mind your p's and q's" comes from the Celts, because there were p Celts and q Celts, each of which had its own dialect and its own very distinct way of pronouncing words.
Then, we walked back to the car and drove home. A quick check of my fitbit tells me that I got nearly 5000 steps in today, just trudging around the city. Imagine how many steps I could get if I went out on my lunch hour or something.
Yeah.
Right.
Let's do that.
You have a good evening. See you tomorrow.
Bevboy
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