PipesDreams

lured me through the bitter cold to his library yesterday with the cryptic message “Can you come to FIS after work? I need to show you a few things.” I should have sensed something was up. By the time I reached Harbord & St. George, just shy of Robarts, I could no longer feel my […]

Correct me if I’m wrong, but I don’t actually think that there are any men of my acquaintance who give a rat’s ass about football or the Superbowl. Gentlemen, am I right? (?) However, I do know two ladies who share a burning passion for all things involving pigskin and greasepaint: and keep me as […]