THE SIGHTS AND SOUNDS OF PG
I've been in PG for about 4 days now, and boy things just aren't like they used to be. While I used to feel right at home in PG, I don't get that same feeling anymore, probably because I spend so little time here just visiting while spending 8 months of the year in Kamloops now. Yet much of the same people are here, and of those, many haven't changed a whole lot.
I've went to the Generator twice since I've been here, having gone on Thursday and last night, and the same people who were regulars before still go all the time. I'm not a bar star myself, and don't go that often, but it was my return to PG so I had to see how things are.
Another recent tragedy has really changed the mood of many people in this town. On Thursday night, just my second night in town, Lindsay Santos, a 19-year-old former DP Todd student who graduated with my brother died in an accident while working at a sawmill in Fraser Lake. From my understanding, she was quite popular, and it was tough for my brother to take. While the Generator was packed on Saturday night, things just haven't been quite the same. It's been a summer mixed with good and bad for myself, so I'm confident that something good will happen to me in PG before I go back to Kamloops.
I never knew her too well myself, so therefore, I've still been able to go out and hang out with a lot of friends while staying here. Today I went golfing with my parents and brother, and boy, what an up and down round it was.
My most memorable part of the nine-hole round we had at Links of Maggie May was on Hole #6. It was my third shot on a par 4, and I was chipping about 50 feet from the hole. I was about to use my nine-iron to chip it, then decided on the eight-iron. The ball landed left of the hole, about 20 feet away, then slowly started breaking to the right. I thought the ball didn't have enough gas, but it had just enough, and the line was perfect. After a disastrous first few holes, it was a nice way to turn things around, although my final score was still below my expectations.
I'm still trying to get in touch with many friends, although my good friends I've been able to see. I never will get around to seeing everybody I want to, it just won't happen, but as long as I see as many as I can I'll be satisfied.
Things have been alright since I've been back, I've went out for some tennis, drank some beers, went to the bar, went golfing and hung out with many people. Yet I'm not satisfied, and the best is yet to come.
I've been in PG for about 4 days now, and boy things just aren't like they used to be. While I used to feel right at home in PG, I don't get that same feeling anymore, probably because I spend so little time here just visiting while spending 8 months of the year in Kamloops now. Yet much of the same people are here, and of those, many haven't changed a whole lot.
I've went to the Generator twice since I've been here, having gone on Thursday and last night, and the same people who were regulars before still go all the time. I'm not a bar star myself, and don't go that often, but it was my return to PG so I had to see how things are.
Another recent tragedy has really changed the mood of many people in this town. On Thursday night, just my second night in town, Lindsay Santos, a 19-year-old former DP Todd student who graduated with my brother died in an accident while working at a sawmill in Fraser Lake. From my understanding, she was quite popular, and it was tough for my brother to take. While the Generator was packed on Saturday night, things just haven't been quite the same. It's been a summer mixed with good and bad for myself, so I'm confident that something good will happen to me in PG before I go back to Kamloops.
I never knew her too well myself, so therefore, I've still been able to go out and hang out with a lot of friends while staying here. Today I went golfing with my parents and brother, and boy, what an up and down round it was.
My most memorable part of the nine-hole round we had at Links of Maggie May was on Hole #6. It was my third shot on a par 4, and I was chipping about 50 feet from the hole. I was about to use my nine-iron to chip it, then decided on the eight-iron. The ball landed left of the hole, about 20 feet away, then slowly started breaking to the right. I thought the ball didn't have enough gas, but it had just enough, and the line was perfect. After a disastrous first few holes, it was a nice way to turn things around, although my final score was still below my expectations.
I'm still trying to get in touch with many friends, although my good friends I've been able to see. I never will get around to seeing everybody I want to, it just won't happen, but as long as I see as many as I can I'll be satisfied.
Things have been alright since I've been back, I've went out for some tennis, drank some beers, went to the bar, went golfing and hung out with many people. Yet I'm not satisfied, and the best is yet to come.
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