Vancouver is a wet place. Wet and gray. And often cold. And dark. And full of owlbears.
Except the owlbears are made up.
Or are they?
In my neighbourhood, there’s a very elderly woman who stands at a corner attempting to distribute Watchtower magazines and other Jehovah’s Witness literature to the passers-by. My neighbourhood is largely Chinese and Filipino, and predominantly Buddhist and Catholic as a result, so she is generally ignored. [Read more…]