 Original Facebook post July 31 at 8:45 PM When I was a little boy, I had an imaginary friend named Wawa. I'm sure a shrink would have plenty to say about that, but I don't care. Wawa never talked back, always thought my ideas were awesome and couldn't defend his honor when I blamed everything that I broke or lost on him. :-) So for that reason, I decided I'd stop and see his home town. (Hey, it could happen. My Mom was born in Canada. Why not my imaginary friend?) Fortunately, the Tim Hortons there was real and had great coffee. And, I'm not making this up either, there was a giant goose there for anyone who wanted to take a "gander". Cover Contents Books Home Hire Stories       Comments are closed.
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