uncle Ken is at my house, my house
Toronto, 2011.12.05
After work, I met with my brother Ken and headed to the Beaches for a dinner with the family.
Engrossed in our conversation as we crossed the Don river, we didn't notice until too late that we were in the lane that's forced off of Eastern and onto the DVP northbound. It took us forty-five minutes to correct that mistake!
No matter. Little Kenny was delighted to have not so little Ken around.
