“I looked around the barroom. Someone else might have seen nothing more than a random crowd of drinkers, but I saw my people. Kith and kin. Every sort of person was there – stockbrokers and safecrackers, athletes and invalids, mothers and supermodels – but we were as one. We’d all been hurt by something, or somebody, and so we’d all come to Publicans, because misery loves company, but what it really craves is a crowd.” ― J.R. Moehringer, The Tender Bar: A Memoir
Visiting Canada’s $50 million 1980s ghost town
It sounds made up. In the wilderness of British Columbia, a two-hour drive from any town with cell reception, sits a ghost town. Not only
