"Then the dream ends..."
I grew up in a border town. Essex, Ontario. “The Hub Of The County”. A shrinking, and greying spot, the majority of which is populated by past, present, and future workers of Windsor's auto industry looking for a cheaper place to sleep between commutes. Shiny new homes piggy backing the last variation of shiny new homes, while those not as well off settle for what is deemed disposable. You work your five days. You say yes to overtime. Friday is for pizza and a movie watched on your pirate satellite dish, and the latest oversized television your credit card will cover. Saturday is for shopping in Windsor or Michigan. Sunday is for football, NASCAR, barbecues, pool parties, or hey, maybe even more shopping, pizza, and movies? On any Monday morning if you take yourself for a walk downtown while also ignoring the people on the roads sitting in their cars, you might ask, “Where is everyone?” Scratch that. Take a walk....