The night manager was no prince, either. When he said that the people who stayed there were comprised of “the good, the bad and the ugly,” I realized that we could be in some trouble. But when you produced the bear pepper spray, well, I simply could not have felt any safer. It was like having an atom bomb against crack heads.

The White Tower Motel, the oldest motel in Barrie, a dying gem.

This is most kind of you, but I have to tell you it was truly an anxious scenario. We went out for dinner at The Keg and the waitresses and manager just begged us not to stay there. They went out and found us another place to stay, at a discount. It was like we were warriors heading off to a certain death.