Kat and I are reporting from Mapperley. We spend our days walking the streets of Ward 5, each of us independently in search of a riveting story for the week. When I say riveting, my mood is ambitious. Without the luxury of the odd press release and in the absence of the associated press feeding ideas, we typically take what we can get. It's a tedious venture, but that much more exalting when a story emerges. And everybody has a story. Its a truth I learned while walking the aisles of Walmart Stores across Canada as my sister amateur camera person.
After sitting through a lengthy Neighbourhood Watch meeting in our assigned community - from which I emerged with a story about the organizations increasing reliance on technological advancements in light of its aging and reluctant members - Kat and I wandered our way to a nearby pub to unwind over a drink. If only it were as easy to find a story as it is to find a good brew in Mapperley.
In any event, we popped a couple of celebratory bottles of Frambozenbeir - the last two in the pub. Kat took the honour of unravelling the label and uncorking the Belgian beer - she does it like a pro. I, on the other hand, didn't really know where to start.
We sat, contemplating Mapperley but trying hard not to. Sipping slow.
