On one side of the road a balding man has his shirt off, and is struggling to start his lawn mower. On the other side an assortment of gnomes stand at the front entrance of the house, with a plastic angel praying over. A neighbour steps outside wearing an oversized Molson Canadian sweater, and a hoses down some plants while looking in the other direction. Passing through the city I read through bar names- Gus’s, Toothy Moose, Dooly’s, Durty Nelly’s. We cross a couple bridges, watch the smokestacks rise, and park beside a tractor and grab a Tim Hortons coffee.