It’s bad luck to talk about your next book. But seeing as I didn’t win yesterday’s $35,000,000 Lotto anyway I’m going to do it.
I’m half way through a book about my Grandmother coming to Winnipeg and all the crazies that lived here a hundred odd years ago. The story is filled with gossipy anecdotes and scandal laced chapters so that (for want of a title) I’m calling it The Coronation Street History of Winnipeg. Guaranteed this next book won’t be taught in any classroom.
For example one chapter is about the man who was the first to build a store right out in the middle of the bald prairie away from the safety of the fort. He and his half brother built right on the crossroads of what was called The Portage Trail, and The Main Road. Which today is downtown Winnipeg. But he was the first.
Just to make sure everybody knows about this guy I’m calling this chapter…
Henry McKenney Was Crazier Than A Shithouse Rat!
Rick Ranson 