There's No Place Like It

I was born in a tiny little suburb of a tiny little city in Cape Breton. South Bar was my home until I was nine years old. I loved it there... I still do. And on occasion, I take my camera for a stroll down memory lane.

This was my house. My uncle lives there now, and the garage is new, but it's still got the best backyard for playing baseball, the awesome fish house for cooking lobster, and the best view of the Newfoundland ferries as they head out into the Atlantic.

My best friend Tracy lived across the street.

My parents were married in the church. I was baptized there, and had my first communion there. My grandparents and uncle are buried in its cemeteries. It's falling apart these days, and you can't go in anymore, which kind of makes it all that much more iconic to me.

One of the mainstays of the community is the wharf. It's where we used to watch the older boys swim, it's where many of the people make their living, and it's absolutely picturesque...

...and so very peaceful.

If I know nothing else, I know this little tiny place will always be a great big piece of me.