Found it. Finally. (Yes, I like cheap Canadian beer. Shut up
about it already.) Now all I need is really good wings.
On March 13, 2003, at around 4:30pm, I officially left Rochester.
I suppose it's only fitting that I'm toasting this day with Molson.
So much has changed. You really learn who your friends are
after you leave a place, and the ones I kept are worth the world.
candice at March 13, 2004 10:48 PM