Chorus, verse, bridge. They work. Heading to Winnipeg for the funeral. In and out. My mother is concerned I don’t know how to dress for the cold. She tries to explain it to my on the telephone and I try reminding her I am only a man from Winnipeg and a senior citizen. There is a great likelihood I know a little about how to dress for the place I grew up. When those fascinating crazy Finnish ladies brought me to Kuopio in the winter of 2008 and apologized for the cold as I disembarked the Helsinki flight, I thought no need to apologize. As my snot froze I knew exactly where I was, I grew up here. I think most people enjoy the familiarity of returning to the familiar. The pleasure of the chorus.