Category: storyteller Melba Toasty

Perhaps I should tell this story the way Mel tells stories: sparing not one enjoyable detail, and leaving out none of the crucial context for everything. Then the story starts thirty-something years ago, back in Nova Scotia, when Mel was only a funny little kid playing with bugs and frogs in the mud; Or maybe the story starts after they received their Bachelor of Science at the University of Toronto, knowing full well they had no intention of using it; Maybe the story starts when they met those people under their porch who told their that...