Wrenette moved from The Beach to The Beach just inside the border of Scarborough. Things are pretty different there... you can park on the street, violent crime is up 77 percent, and it's much colder in the summer. But, he can still get his pint of cider with a pint of ice sidecar, just like his Old Man does it to this day.
Nige traversed thru T.O., to dole out the dough and laugh about his bro. After 20 hours he had to go... back to the coast to the peaks, cirques, and snow.
Dont' bother with the Brunswick House any other time than late on a misty monday with a good old friend when it's deserted and quiet. It was like The Lost Boys in there...