The Ghosts of Southern Alberta

By Dave O’Malley with Todd Lemieux I’m am Eastern boy. Of that there’s no doubt. Liberal, urban, soft—a bit of a pussy by Alberta standards. But when I sweep down out of Calgary on Highway 2, the farther south I get, the more I feel I belong there. Perhaps it’s the blue dome of the sky and the startling vistas, the heartless winter winds, the direct, no-nonsense men, the uber-competent women or maybe it’s the fading ghosts that surround me from a time long past when men from the east and west…

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