A surprising tale of sweet revenge Field level photos taken at the 1968 Grey Cup thanks to the author’s clever yet fake press pass.
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Back in the ‘60s when I was a student at the Ontario
Standing at the top of the subway stairs, with her
College of Art in Toronto, I tracked down an old
blonde hair backlit in the November noonday sun,
girlfriend, Elizabeth. A few phone calls got us
I was thrilled to see how she had matured into a
connected. “Lloyd, please come up for Sunday
slender hazel-eyed beauty. My arms opened, but she
dinner with my family. We will pick you up at the
stepped back, demurely holding out her hand for me
north end of the subway line at noon.” Her soft voice
to shake. “I would like you to meet my fiancé, Frank.”
fired feelings I had long forgotten.
Abruptly, a guy with short greasy black hair edged
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