Let me introduce you to a new feature on Milomac. I call it Rumours of a Small Town, or ROAST. Every once in a while something happens during the course of my otherwise normal day that reminds me that I no longer live in Montreal. Or in Anchorage for that matter. Or in any place that can not fit its entire population into Molson Stadium, with room to spare.

Something like this:

Today, as I was driving home from the gym, I saw a guy out walking his horse.