By Marc Beurteaux One cold January day, I was sitting in La Guardia Airport waiting for my flight when I heard a most unusual sound for that time…
By Marc Beurteaux It’s a dark and chilly afternoon in the west end of Toronto right before Christmas. I’m waiting with about 150 other people at the Ossington…
by Marc Beurteaux It was a part of the lake that never froze no matter how cold it got. No one set foot on that narrow channel between…