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high school graduation.So prim and proper in his gown and tie.Tacked to the corkboard in our kitchen: Drake sitting in an office chair in my sister’s apartment and trying not to smile.I think he was twelve.And a bunch more scattered through various scrap books.There’s one of me sitting beside him at my sister’s wedding.I’m in a tux and he’s in a white dress shirt that his aunt had picked out.It was the first time we’d seen each other since he was three.The caption Tanja wrote below it reads: Drake Meets John, hmmm.Both of us look a little uncomfortable.Between that photo and the one at the park we have no pictures of Drake.I’m not even exactly sure where he was during those years.All I know is that he’d left Vancouver with his mother and his older sister, Danara.I heard a rumour from a mutual friend that they were in Salmon Arm.Then Parksville or Nanaimo.When he was 11 he was remanded into foster care.We had just returned from a four-year stint spread between Cape Breton and Guysborough, Nova Scotia, and were back in Bracebridge.Anyk was two and purple evening dresses Kai was but a notion.After speaking with Drake’s intake worker a few times, he agreed to send me the police report.On the night in question, it read, Drake was playing with a bottle of hairspray and a lighter in his bathroom.He set the drapes on fire.His mother was out drinking.A few minutes after she returned home one of her neighbours called 911.It sounded like she was killing someone over there, she’d told the operator.These were the last words his mother said to him: I never want to f king see you again.The police dragged her away in handcuffs.And so I got to know Drake.First at my sister’s wedding and then for five weeks the following summer and two weeks at Christmas, a pattern that would persist until he was 19.He once told me that he didn’t hold a grudge about the way things had turned out.I don’t remember what I said to him in response, but I’m certain it wasn’t the truth: that I know that sometimes he did.He’s 21 now and when we speak he calls me Pa-pah.He works as a bartender at a pub in Gastown.My younger sister runs into him every once in a while.She lives in Coquitlam but works, and plays, in Vancouver.He’s a funny guy, she told me.And he looks just like you.He doesn’t answer his phone, I said.Remember what you were like when you were 21?He’ll answer when he wants to talk.Damned call display.Located just south of Bracebridge, it’s where the southern branch of the Muskoka River funnels through a thin gorge on its way to joining the main.The walls are some twenty feet high and below it, they say, the water is almost as deep.There’s a spot to jump off from a pine tree than leans over the cliff face.Someone had nailed a few boards on the trunk to serve as a ladder to the lowest branch.From there, you can climb all the way to the top if you wanted to, though neither of us did.We’d made two jumps apiece and then Drake sliced open his foot on a broken beer evening dresses bottle.I bandaged the wound with my favourite shirt.It took us twenty minutes to get back to the car then ten more before we were in triage.We waited seven hours to see a doctor.You took him to the potholes, he said to me after I told him I had.He’s 14, the doctor said glaring at me and shaking his head, And you took him to the potholes?In the car ride home Drake said, That doctor was a f king asshole, and I agreed.Next time I’ll get Tanja to stitch you up at home, I told him.This was a horrible setback, particularly for the family of the dead pilot, but the risk is worth it, he told British television.before he would take any customers into space.He harshly criticized news media for reporting that the rocket had exploded.Investigators now believe that a device that rotates the tail to create drag during descent deployed too soon.before taking up any paying passengers.million, taxpayer-funded hangar in southern New Mexico.Even before Friday s accident, a series of challenges had delayed the project about five years.billion to build two ships for a new venture, Virgin Cruises.Recently he made headlines when he came out in favour of letting employees decide when and where they work.It seems unlikely that the explosion will succeed in slowing down the tenacious 64-year-old entrepreneur, whose maternal grandmother, after all, passed advanced Latin American ballroom dancing at age 89.its seafood fare is among the best in Nova Scotia.More importantly to some diners, though, is the fact that they can enjoy a gourmet meal in a place where mangled corpses once lay.In 1912, when the building was a funeral home, it briefly held the waterlogged bodies of victims from the RMS Titanic.Five years after that, it held charred victims from the Halifax Explosion.As a result, staff now say the building crawls with unexplained crashes, mysterious shadows and ghostly tapping.Rather than hush up these ghoulish details, the restaurant proudly notes them on its website and marketing materials.Avery Gavel, Five Fishermen’s assistant manager and sommelier,