It's neat, sometimes haunting, or humiliating, laugh-out-loud funny, thought provoking, or sometimes just sad...
Anyways, I found this old post, and I actually kinda like it...sums things up pretty well...
Enjoy.
Friday, January 2, 2009
Spirited Energy?!
In Winnipeg the winter nights are so cold and encompassing. Traffic never stands still, it simply staggers through the darkness, awaiting for the sun to rise again. Snow blankets the the entire city, and all of the people who live there make the best of the blistery weather...
There is a lot of soul in this prairie city; a whole lot of personality that possesses all that inhabit this winter enriched land. People abide by the conditions, living their lives as though the weather dictates who they are...It is a hockey city, with resurrected ghosts of a long deceased hockey team that still haunts the childhood dreams of so many...
Their patriotism is with their Jets, their Bombers and a coffee from Tim Hortons. The unofficial national anthem is any given Tragically Hip song; everybody loves the Hip...
Most of them talk about moving; out east, out west, it doesn't really matter, as long as it is away from this joke that they call home. Yet most of those who leave always come back...
It is a place where people proudly shop in clearance sections; sporting knock-off brand name hand bags and last years fashion trends. A place where everyone is connected by someone that they mutually know. A place where musicians are born, and coveted like royalty...
There is no other place like Winnipeg; and only those who have lived it can truly understand...
In Winnipeg the winter nights are so cold and encompassing. Traffic never stands still, it simply staggers through the darkness, awaiting for the sun to rise again. Snow blankets the the entire city, and all of the people who live there make the best of the blistery weather...
There is a lot of soul in this prairie city; a whole lot of personality that possesses all that inhabit this winter enriched land. People abide by the conditions, living their lives as though the weather dictates who they are...It is a hockey city, with resurrected ghosts of a long deceased hockey team that still haunts the childhood dreams of so many...
Their patriotism is with their Jets, their Bombers and a coffee from Tim Hortons. The unofficial national anthem is any given Tragically Hip song; everybody loves the Hip...
Most of them talk about moving; out east, out west, it doesn't really matter, as long as it is away from this joke that they call home. Yet most of those who leave always come back...
It is a place where people proudly shop in clearance sections; sporting knock-off brand name hand bags and last years fashion trends. A place where everyone is connected by someone that they mutually know. A place where musicians are born, and coveted like royalty...
There is no other place like Winnipeg; and only those who have lived it can truly understand...
Woo hoo....Jets and the Hip.....you hit both my soft spots. The only thing missing is mention of the Dairy Whip!
ReplyDeleteYes... we all love the Hip.
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