He took me camping one time or other. To Birds Hill Park.
An older landfill sight just north of Winnipeg.
We happened to meet a couple of single girls on our walk back from here to there, and he invited them over to our campsite later, for some popcorn.
“D’ya like Pop Corn?”
That’s a haunting phrase I’ve teased him with ever since.
Oh, by the way, the girls never showed up for their share of the Jiffy Pop.
Running Down Vimy 