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   Sunday, September 15, 2002

THE ROADS TO HELL

My brother's birthday today, and Darcy was kind enough to offer me a lift to Hamilton. So much for good intentions. Those who say a road trip is the true test of a couple's bond are only partially right -- navigating the tangled streets of 'Steel Town' is the ultimate challenge to fidelity. At the wheel, Darcy was becoming increasingly annoyed with my lack of highway knowledge while I, attempting to keep us travelling in the right direction at least, got us increasingly lost. "If only we had a helicopter," I joked, but that car was a tough room. We eventually made it to my parents' house, of course, but not before some tones of voice were sharpened. I'd say we arrived just in time...

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