It turns out my friend Sharyanne’s family was not the only African American family to come to Canada for freedom. This area is the end of the underground railroad. The owner of Joe’s pub, Paul with the really big biceps, told me I should visit uncle Tom’s cabin in nearby Dresden.
Unfortunately I got there a few minutes after closing so the consolation was going next-door to where you could play the ponies or the slots. It took me two minutes to lose five Canadian dollars. Gambling is the revenge inflicted on us evil white men.