[CliffFletcher]

In our 20s my friends and I lived in several old houses in Sunalta and Connaught just off 17th Ave. We all worked in the neighbourhood as well, so we spent our days and nights hanging out in that neighbourhood - I would go weeks on end without getting in a car. No one ever called - we just swung by each other’s places whenever with a six-pack or bottle of cheap red.

I get powerful blasts of nostalgia when I walk through that part of town, and always detour to check out the old places. The area has been gentrified, so the houses we lived in have either been knocked down or refurbished. I’ve had to fight off the urge to walk up onto the front porch of one house a bunch of us lived at - the site of many bacchanalias in the 90s, with acoustic jams and an endlessly replenished motherlode of empties that we left for a homeless guy. The place is a law office now.