One Weekend in August

It is one of my very first memories of life in Fort McMurray. We had arrived only days before, and we were living in a company condo while we searched for a home for our family. We were brand new to the community, and the Intrepid Junior Blogger was only two years old. We had come from a very remote place in northwestern Ontario where the IJB was born, but we had grown up urban and we were ready to get back into some degree of that urban life, and Fort McMurray promised not only employment opportunities but that urban possibility, too, a community that was on the verge of tremendous growth. I don't even remember how we heard about it, but when we did we immediately planned to attend - which is how interPLAY became one of the very first things I ever did in this community.

I had attended Fringe festivals before in prairie cities and interPLAY was like a small Fringe festival. I still have photos from that first year, the IJB with her face painted like Spiderman (looking back I guess the kid always did go her own way, even back then - no butterflies on her face or stereotypical "girl stuff", she was Spiderman!). And ever since that very first time interPLAY was part of our lives here.

I think it was where the IJB first developed a desire to participate in the performing arts, and as a result over the years she has been on the stage several times. I know it is where she first met the Aerial Angels, women she now considers strong mentors for the concepts of creativity, passion and dedication to one's goals. It is definitely where we met dozens of people in this community. and it is where I found so many of the things that have formed my life here. Three years ago in the interPLAY beer tent I met some of the individuals who have become some of my best friends in this community, ones who have been with me through tremendous change in my life. Two years ago I ran the hospitality tent at interPLAY, meeting performing artists from across the country and sharing my narrative of life in Fort McMurray. InterPLAY has been the ribbon that ran through every summer, the event I planned my summer vacations around to ensure we would not miss it...except this year, when the demise of Events Wood Buffalo meant the end of interPLAY 2014.

To say I was saddened by this is an understatement, as even though my involvement with interPLAY was often peripheral I felt the loss keenly. But things change, and time rolls on, and we find ways to keep going, even when something that has become a community pillar event like interPLAY has come to an end, perhaps temporarily and perhaps permanently.

In his blog post today fellow blogger and arts advocate Russell Thomas writes of an informal "festival of arts" that will take place on the traditional interPLAY weekend this year, a collection of various arts happenings that will continue to keep the arts scene alive this summer in Fort McMurray. The Fort McMurray International Film Festival will happen during that weekend, an initiative undertaken by my friends at the Fort McMurray Film Makers Association, a group that has done astonishing things in their brief existence. Several other events will occur during that informal "arts festival", an event not designed to replace interPLAY but to ensure that the weekend, the one where people like me would have normally found ourselves on the street enjoying a decades-old tradition, would continue to have some opportunities to enjoy the arts.

I am tremendously supportive of this initiative and all those involved in it, because I believe we are at a crucial crossroads in our community when it comes to arts and culture. The demise of Events Wood Buffalo has left a void of sorts, and we are uncertain about the future of so many events and arts festivals as a result. There are questions about funding for such events, who has the organizational capability to carry them out and who has the initiative to do so. I have seen some groups, though, like the YMMFMA do so much with so little in such a short time that I know that one of the key components is simple commitment to making things happen, building on small successes and slowly growing your organization or event.

The informal "arts festival" weekend on August 8-10 at the Keyano Arts Centre will not be interPLAY, and it isn't meant to be. It is a new starting point, perhaps, a way to keep the arts alive on that weekend and to provide a place from which to build for future years. It will not be the arts festival we have come to expect on that weekend in August, but maybe that is a good thing too as we now have the opportunity to create something entirely new.

I won't lie. I will miss interPLAY this year, and this is the first year in twelve years that the interPLAY weekend was not a consideration in planning my summer vacation. I have a great deal of faith, though, in the individuals in the arts and culture scene in this community. I know they will continue to work to create arts opportunities for everyone to enjoy, and I know they will find a way to some day create a new festival on this weekend in August. I also know they cannot do so without the support of the public, and so I ask the community to put aside their sadness over the loss of interPLAY and instead enjoy the weekend of arts events on August 8-10, a weekend that doesn't have a name or a sponsor or a big tent but instead is the very essence of grassroots arts initiatives and new beginnings. I can't help but think that at one of those events will be someone like me as I was twelve years ago, brand new to the community and just taking my first steps in the place that would become my home.

Let's show that new resident that in Fort McMurray we don't need a named festival to celebrate the arts, our community and our home. Sometimes all we need is community members, an assortment of arts events and the desire to keep alive in our hearts the memory of an arts festival while working on developing new opportunities and new adventures. I suppose sometimes all we need are the very things that are for me the very soul of Fort McMurray - people with drive, vision and passion for the things they do, including the arts. You see, those are the very things I saw in Fort McMurray twelve years ago, and it was not only my first event in this community but the very moment when I began to fall in love with it, a love affair that has now lasted twelve years and burns brightly despite all the changes along the way, even the loss of the very event where it all began so many years ago.

Swing Low, Sweet...Ticketable Offense?

Ever wonder how those weird little laws that you read about with much ensuing hilarity get passed? You know, the ones saying things like “You can’t shoot any game from a moving vehicle unless it is a whale” in Tennessee? (fascinating in particular since Tennessee is a land-locked state with no ocean access) Well, I am beginning to think I know how those laws are passed, because a committee in Winnipeg has just approved a new bylaw making singing on aWinnipeg Transit bus a ticketable offense.

It seems silly laws get passed by committees, people.

When I first heard this story several things danced through my head. The concept of “first world problems” was among them, as anyone who has ridden public transit in some developing countries can tell you that singing on a bus is likely the least offensive thing that can occur on public transit. One friend told me about a trip in Central America where she ended up sharing a bench seat with a large, slobbery goat for several hours as the goat’s owner seemed quite concerned about the goat’s well-being and chose to stand while the goat remained seated. I am thinking someone singing would be rather preferable to the goat.

Also dancing through my head was how we can get so tied up in these microcosmic issues that we find ourselves in a bubble. I mean, what a travesty to have to listen to someone sing on a bus. What if they are really bad? I mean, what if they are really awful, it would be such a terrible injustice to be forced to listen to them…or maybe it would just be a brief inconvenience and not really such a travesty at all.

And what about the opportunities such a law would prevent? What if Ann Murray was on your bus and the Canadian songbird suddenly decided she had to burst into song? What if it was Bono of U2? What if it is some amazingly talented young adult or street busker?

I understand the spirit of the law, which is to prevent exhibitions of public drunkenness on a bus – but then perhaps you outlaw being drunk and disorderly on the bus instead, as even sober people occasionally like to sing and can do so in ways that are quite enjoyable for all concerned.

Many years ago when I lived in Toronto I rode the streetcar to work every day. I worked long hours, devoted to my job, arriving early and leaving late. The streetcar ride was long and dull, except for one man who was my very favourite driver.

I will admit that on some occasions I would let the first streetcar that stopped for me pass in the hopes that he would be behind the controls of the next one. If he was I would hop on, particularly if it was late at night, and curl up in a seat close behind him.

His skin was the colour of cocoa, he had a gleaming toothy white smile, and he called everyone ma’am and sir, even people like me who were several decades his junior. And as the streetcar rolled into the night he would gently swing into song, his deep and rich baritone covering a variety of gospel hymns.

He had an amazing rendition of “Swing Low, Sweet Chariot”, and more than once I would catch his eye in the rear-view mirror and he would wink at me, just before launching into the song and knowing I would be asleep within minutes as we rolled through the night towards home. I was safe and secure on his streetcar, right in the centre of one of the largest cities in Canada, and several times I would be awoken by a gentle hand shaking my shoulder and saying “I think this is your stop, ma’am”, as we had reached the end of the line and my stop as well. He would wait patiently while I collected my thoughts and gathered my things, bade him good night, and watched from the darkness into the lit streetcar as he drove away, singing once more.

The thought that any bylaw could silence that voice makes me feel a bit tearful.

When have we become so afraid of the thought of others singing in public? Does the occasional bad singer on a bus really make it necessary to enact a law to keep everyone silent and inside their own heads, preventing those small and special moments from ever occurring?

I hate to say it but we seem to be becoming a very curmedgeonly society where we fear public displays of any sort, from affection to singing. We fear being subjected to a few moments of bad singing and institute a bylaw instead of opening ourselves to new experiences, allowing ourselves to explore both the moments of terrible singing and the moments when we are awestruck by an unexpected talent.

It seems Winnipeg might well be the city where music is going to die, at least music on transit buses. I have had some reservations about Winnipeg for years, I must admit, after an incident that saw this visitor to their city have the wheels stolen off her new car one night in a hotel parking lot, and when reporting it to Winnipeg police got to hear them laugh about the misfortune instead of expressing any sort of concern (never mind I was in their fine city with a relatively small baby and now had to find some way to get back home, and there for treatment of a medical problem – no, for the police it was an enormous joke, and yes, I still have some degree of bitterness over the entire incident).

I don’t know about anyone else but I would rather hear someone singing – even badly – than weeping. And I would even rather hear someone singing than silence, because far too often we are silent in our world, cocooned in our own thoughts and lives and wrapped up in our own problems. What a funny world we live in, where we make singing punishable and where we feel the need to legislate the behaviour of citizens right down to the minute details, like whether or not they can burst into song on a bus.

This new bylaw in Winnipeg? Well, you can expect to find it right up there with the one from Tennessee about whales, because it makes just about as much sense in my books.

 

 

On My Plate

It seems every once in awhile provincial governments like to change things up.

You know, they develop a new slogan, shine up a website or redesign a license plate - much like the Government of Alberta recently decided a redesign of the Albertan license plate was in order.

Now, I have never had much of a problem with our current plate. It has been like this for some time, and to be honest I have never paid much attention to it:

I suppose it is a bit amusing that the current opposition in Legislature happens to have called themselves the Wild Rose Party, meaning every license plate in the province is effectively acting as a marketing and communications tool for them (and as a comms person I think that is pretty bloody clever, although it might be more by coincidence than design as our provincial flower is the wild rose).

I have never been a huge fan of slogans on license plates as they always seem a bit, well, lame, but these new designs proposed by the G of A aren't really all that stellar, either:

The "big sky" Alberta:

 



 

Really? Just no. Yawn.

Mountains, wheat fields, big skies,

rinse, repeat.

 

The "we have mountains!" Alberta:

 

Acceptable, but just barely.

I mean, yay, mountains.

And some grass. Maybe weeds.

 

The "we are lacking in many things" Alberta:

 

 

This one shrieks "Alberta is boring".

And has no graphic designers with talent.

 

Replacing the slogan with the website is also a little bit off. Ever been to the alberta.ca website? Well let's just say it isn't likely to keep you up all night with fascination about our province. A better choice might be travelalberta.com, which at least might make others seeing our plates think we have some sort of redeeming qualities other than a very dry website and rather boring license plate.

 

The other night on Twitter, though, a new license plate caught my eye. Apparently it came to be through a rather clever individual and an Edmonton radio station. This license plate reeks of Alberta. It has no boring website, it is shaded in the colours in which we spend a lot of our year and the slogan? Well, not only a pop culture reference but the kind of truth in advertising rarely seen in this world. This license plate? Well, it has my vote - because if we are going to change our plate I say we go big or go home.

 

Make it happen, Government of Alberta, and I can guarantee you will have new fans for life (or at least until you decide to change the plate again):

 

 

The REAL Alberta

 





 

From 102.3 Now! Radio

Sustainivality Returns to Fort McMurray

There are press conferences where things are a bit dry and without much flair, and then there are press conferences where people get hugged by large fuzzy green mascots and make smoothies through pedal power. Yesterday I attended the latter kind, and truly what a pleasure it was to once again welcome the gang from Sustainival back to Fort McMurray as they talked about their upcoming weekend event in late August.

Sustainival is something I have written about before, and it has become an initiative about which I have become rather passionate. The concept of using bio-diesel to run a carnival captured my imagination the very first time I had the pleasure to meet Joey Hundert, the creative mind behind the organization, and it has never let it go. I have been incredibly proud to watch as their organization has continued to grow and develop, and as they added new initiatives like the “The Green Beast Challenge”, which was a tremendous success at the Sustainival weekend last year. It is a genuine delight that they are coming back again, Joey and company COO Antoine Palmer (once a resident of Fort McMurray) and the rest of the Sustainival crew who will bring their brand of fun – and sustainability – to Wood Buffalo again this year.

At the press conference yesterday there were the usual speeches from partners and stakeholders, although the presence of a rather large green beast punctuated the more standard moments with hugs. The end of the press conference was marked with a race to make a smoothie using bicycles equipped to power a small blender, allowing participants to use their own energy to make the treat (although I was quite pleased when Antoine presented me with a delicious Yogen Fruz smoothie he had been kind enough to make for me). It was the perfect mix of message and fun, letting the Sustainival folks announce their upcoming events, including the return of “The Green Beast Challenge” as well as some new initiatives like the Illuminate Talent Search (well described in Russell Thomas’ blog).

 
What always intrigues me about Sustainival is their desire to continue to innovate and create, to add more value to what is already an incredibly valuable event that links fun and sustainability and shows in a very concrete way how we can think about energy in a new way.

That Sustainival has had an impact in our community has no doubt, at least not in my mind. As some of you may recall, the Intrepid Junior Blogger recently decided that her career path is engineering physics, with the goal to eventually be part of the aerospace program. A couple of months ago she asked if Sustainival was coming back to town this summer and I replied in the affirmative. Then she said this:

“What they do is so cool. You know, the aerospace program is not particularly environmentally friendly. Think about all the fossil fuels used. I wonder if they have ever considered bio-diesel or an alternative fuel source?”

And off she went, back to playing Minecraft but with the question hanging in the air, the inquisitive nature of someone who fully intends a career designing aerospace technology but now with the added knowledge of finding innovative and creative energy solutions for things from carnivals to space shuttles. Would this have happened without the influence of Sustainival? Perhaps, but I recall very well the very first time we went to the carnival and I could see the IJB making connections in her mind, tying together the threads of the concepts of sustainability, energy and innovation. I suspect she has not been the only one influenced in this way, and so I am so happy to welcome back Sustainival this summer. One of the speakers at the press conference yesterday stumbled a bit on the word “sustainability”, coining a new phrase: “sustainivality”, which to me is the perfect marriage of the very concept of sustainability and using it new and innovative ways to achieve an end result.

This summer Sustainival – and sustainivality – returns to Fort McMurray – and trust me, this is one event you don’t want to miss, whether you are just there for fun or to be part of a remarkable journey in innovation and creativity happening right in our own region.

Seeking Grace in Fort McMurray

Just under a year ago I heard the news. It was disappointing, to be certain, and it took me some time to work out my feelings about it all, particularly since it had an impact on the Intrepid Junior Blogger, too. Someone we knew - and had supported - had been caught in a most unsavoury situation, and the impact was going to be felt in a lot of corners.

MLA Mike Allen's arrest during a government trip to Minnesota was a stunner. That his arrest involved two women that he thought were prostitutes but were instead police officers just added to the stunning nature of the news. It was a swift and rapid fall from grace, with Mike booted out of the government caucus in quick order.

There were those who demanded his resignation, and those who most likely would have preferred his head on a platter instead. But Mike quietly took a seat across the aisle from his colleagues. He went back to work, despite knowing that there were people who despised him. He continued to advocate for his constituents, people like me. And whatever one thinks of his actions one has to recognize that there is some courage in continuing to do those things, even while knowing what people must be saying about you as soon as your back is turned.

Today the PC caucus voted to allow Mike Allen back into their fold, and he will return to sit among them once again.

I do not and will never condone an illegal act, and what Mike did in Minnesota is illegal according to their laws. I do not and will not condone the victimization of women, and prostitution is far too often linked to this sort of abuse. But you see it isn't my role in this world to judge others, or to find them wanting. Whether this decision will have some impact on the PC party and their future goals to stay in power remains to be seen, and one could pick apart their decision. But that "one" won't be me.

This was the quote that danced in my head today when learning that Mike Allen has found some degree of redemption within the party he fought so hard to help elect to government. 

At some point in our lives I suspect most of us have been in need of redemption, and perhaps forgiveness. We have come to a point where we have been very low, and we have relied on others to acknowledge our flaws and faults and frailties...and to acknowledge that we too are human. 

At some point we have hoped for grace.

We talk a great deal about forgiveness in our world. It is easy to adopt as a concept and much more difficult to practice in reality, as the concept is clean and pure while the reality is messy and fraught with emotion. We are far too prone to judging others, blinding ourselves to our own flaws, and ignoring the fact that the grace, compassion and forgiveness we would wish for ourselves we often struggle to find for others. We are such complicated creatures, really.

There will be those who judge me for this post, as others have done in the past. There are those who will think I am far too lenient, far too forgiving, far too quick to believe in redemption. So be it.

All I know is that I am not on this earth to either condemn or grant absolution to others. I am here to simply do my best and to support those who I believe are also trying to do their best, even if on occasion they falter and stumble. 

Mike Allen faltered. He was, and is, imperfect, just as we all are. I do believe, though, that he has tried his best to serve his constituents before and after his fall from grace. I do believe, though, that we are all human and that we all have flaws and failings.

And I do believe in redemption - and grace. 

Today Mike Allen's colleagues saw fit to show him grace through voting to accept him back into their midst. I would suggest he is entitled to the very same grace others have shown to me in my life, and for which I have been so profoundly grateful.

There will be many eyes watching him now, including the IJB's. She has seen a rise, a fall and a show of grace. I think, in fact, she has seen a remarkable display of humanity, the highs, the lows, and the points in between. She has seen the messiness of forgiveness, and redemption. But she now too has seen grace, and I hope that it is a virtue she will embrace, both seeking it for herself when needed - and granting it to others as necessary. It has been a valuable lesson for many of us, including me.

We have been witness to many things in this episode in life in Fort McMurray - but perhaps the greatest thing we have witnessed is this:

Protecting Our Children Through Critical Thinking in Fort McMurray

The recent news of the arrest of and charges against a thirty-year old man caught in a sting when he went to a hotel room to meet what he thought was a thirteen-year old girl for sex and instead found a police officer is deeply troubling on many levels. The number of these sexual predators online is truly frightening, and as the parent of a young woman I often wonder if we are doing enough in terms of punishment to ensure they do not have access to our children. I think, however, there is another aspect we often forget and fail to address, which might even help to protect our children even more than punishing the offenders. I think we really need to teach our children critical thinking skills.

We spend a great deal of time and effort talking to our children about cyberbullying and the perils of the online world in this regard. Far less often, though, we speak to our children about sexual exploitation online and the predators who stalk the internet, having found a world of free and easy access to children around the world. I think perhaps we try to protect our children from these individuals instead of confronting the issue head on, as it can lead to difficult and uncomfortable conversations, although these are the discussions we most need to have. I think we can do more to protect our children, though. I think instead we can prepare them for an eventual encounter with a predator.

I am not one of those who believes we should prevent children, especially those in their teen and tween years, from using the internet. I believe in monitoring their time online, but I am also very pragmatic as I know that children have access to the internet from their cell phones, computers at school, the library, friends’ houses...the list goes on. If we try to “lock down” their usage without teaching them some basic skills we may in fact be exposing them to even more chance of being victimized, because most of them will be online some day in some forum we wish they were not, and those without the ability to think critically will be at risk.

What does critical thinking online mean? Well, the sad part is many adults struggle with this one. How many stories do you see shared online that turn out not to be true? How many photos have you seen that are eventually proven to be photo-shopped? How many of you run things past snopes.com before re-sharing stories to ensure that they are accurate, or do you share things without a quick “fact check” to ensure their validity? Critical thinking online is as simple as understanding that not everything said or shared online is true.

I am always astonished at the number of people who assume they “know” me because of what they read in this blog or on Twitter. Of course the reality is that they only know what I share, and they have no way of knowing the things I choose not to share online. People make some fairly wide assumptions based on some fairly narrow data and information, and I find this deeply worrisome as I suspect they do the same with others. When I first started writing this blog and my identity was not yet public many seemed to assume I was male, while others made wide and varied speculations about my age, occupation and other facets of who I was. The reality was, of course, nobody could know.

Are we teaching our children to think critically online? When they are on Twitter or Tumblr or any of the other social media sites have we ensured they know that unless they know the person they are communicating with in real life they have no idea who they really are?

In our house we have the “FNG” rule. Any person online (that we do not know in real life) could well be a “Fat Naked Guy” behind a keyboard. They might say they are young and female and live in another country, but they could well be across the street, in their 40’s, and male. I haven’t aimed so much at critical thinking as “cynical thinking”, the practice of assuming that people online are likely fabricating at least parts of their stories and identities. Perhaps this seems too cynical to some, but to me it is simply protective and allows my daughter – and myself – to acknowledge that there are those out there who misrepresent themselves in order to develop relationships with us that they intend to use for their own purposes.

I don’t mean to let the perpetrators off the hook with this, incidentally. They should be punished to the full extent of the law, and perhaps the law needs to be changed to keep these individuals off the streets and away from computers for a much longer time – but the reality is that there will always be these predators and we will not be able to catch them all, so we need to ensure we are limiting their access to victims. We can try to do this through limiting our children’s access to computers, but my feeling is that this strategy is doomed to fail given the prevalence of computers in our society – and so we need instead to create a cohort of critically thinking, cynical young people who will in turn teach that skill set to their children, too, reducing our overall gullibility and tendency to “fall for” the schemes of others.

Part of the struggle will be developing that sort of critical thinking ourselves, because as adults far too many of us fail to exhibit it. Next time you see a story on Facebook instead of hitting the share button immediately do one thing first – Google it and find out if it is true. Start using critical thinking online every single day, and show your children the behaviour you wish them to mimic. Continue to monitor their time online, but start preparing them early to use critical thinking to weed out the fake stories and predators who use our own tendency to believe against us. It is a brave new world and we must take steps to ensure that those who are most vulnerable have the skills they need to navigate it – and in this world perhaps the ability to think critically (along with a healthy dose of cynicism) might well be the most valuable skill we can help our children develop.

Thoughts on Being a Small Part of a 'Think Big' Experience - Shell Place

I was sitting at my desk finalizing some details when it hit me - I mean, really and truly hit me. We had been making plans for weeks, of course, getting set up for a patio party to celebrate the one-year countdown to an event we had announced one year before. It was undoubtedly a very big deal, but in all the preparations and excitement I had overlooked one pertinent fact: it meant we were one year away - just one year! - from the official opening of Shell Place at MacDonald Island.

Shell Place has been part of my life since before it was Shell Place and was just known as the MacDonald Island Park Expansion (or 'MIPEX'). I had been there for the very first community engagement sessions on the proposed expansion of MacDonald Island, and it was the first time I met many of the people I now call colleagues. I followed the entire process, and when the final design was chosen and the final recommendation made to RMWB Council I was one of the people, with shaking hands and quivering voice, who spoke to council about why they needed to build this expansion, this 'Think Big' project, for our community, and my home.

I will never forget that night. I was terrified as I hadn't done much public speaking before and I was still relatively new at so much of this, but I knew what mattered was making sure that the councillors and mayor understood why this expansion was important, and so there I sat, speaking about the Intrepid Junior Blogger and how MacDonald Island had always been a part of her life, and how I wanted to see it grow and develop and blossom just as she has.

I had absolutely no idea back then how integral to my life this would all one day become, and how I would sit in wonder at a desk inside the Suncor Community Leisure Centre realizing how one of the primary ribbons tying my life together for the last 13 years has been MacDonald Island.

Almost a year and a half ago I began working at MacDonald Island Park Corporation, now the Regional Recreation Corporation of Wood Buffalo. I have been part of some amazing things in that time, but the one that always makes me feel a bit teary is anything to do with Shell Place, because it has been close to me since before I even knew what a part of my life it would become.

I was there as a community resident when the project broke ground. I was there as the RRC communications coordinator when we laid the first piece of steel in the massive field house. And now on occasion I accompany tour groups through Shell Place, and I am always glad to be wearing my safety glasses because I hope the people with me can't see something.

I hope they cannot see my tears.

You see there is something about being part of something much bigger than yourself that matters. My role in bringing Shell Place to life has been very small on the grand scale of things, a tiny part of creating it and yet even before I worked at the RRC I was part of something that would change lives forever - mine, my daughter's, and every person in this community. I know that one day soon I will guide visitors on tours of the completed building. I know that one day soon I will attend the first concert at Shell Place, the first sport event, the first meeting...but it will be the day when I first show it to my daughter that will truly be special, and I expect there will be many tears as I realize how she has grown just as MacDonald Island has.

I feel fortunate to live in Fort McMurray and call it home. I feel even more fortunate to have been part of something much larger than myself and that I believe will change this community forever and for the better. I feel incredibly, incredibly lucky that one day soon I will stand in Shell Place and know that I have been part of it from the very beginning, seen it go from mere idea and dream to reality. There is only one other time I have been part of something so very grand, such an amazing adventure and life changing experience - and that is my daughter's arrival almost 15 years ago. She will always be my baby, you see, and in some small way Shell Place will always feel like my baby, too. And just as I am of her I know I will be desperately, desperately proud of Shell Place. In fact, just like with her, I already am.

Every day coming closer from dream

to reality -

Shell Place.