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The worst fight of my life came two years in and occurred after a Sunday morning trip to our favorite dim sum spot. It was one of those things you find yourself in the middle of, feeling like a natural disaster, wounded and wounding. Unaligned.
March 2, 2007
We arrived from Florida during a snowstorm. Taking a sharp left, we pulled through Cold Spring's only light, barely able to make out the address on Main Street as we parked next to a drift. The car idled while we contemplated how to shovel ourselves a path.
Montreal, Dear Montreal.
Your twangy French and frosty winters. Your crafted stone masonry and old rambling city blocks. I love you, Montreal. You are my city of birth, but it took me many years beyond that to discover your pleasures.