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caught up with Paul Haskins

the journal of Michael Werneburg

twenty-seven years and one million words

After I'd shaken off a hangover, I went with my mum and aunt down to Niagara. We all had different purposes in mind: mine was to go see my old friend Paul Haskins.

He and I were neighbours in the farms that backed onto Lake Ontario just north of Beamsville.

It was interesting, catching up, as it had been with Jonathan Culp in October (the three of us were the rambunctious kids from our little school). We've had somewhat dissimilar lives, but there were some strong similarities, too. It seemed comfortable to spend an afternoon together, and we had some laughs. I met his five-year-old son, which was amazing giving that Paul and I had been that age when we first started hanging out together.

He's actually living in the same home where he grew up, after many years away, to help take care of his mum. She's had hip surgery, and will be having another round in a few weeks. So Paul, his girlfriend, and his son are living there to help out.