WHO SAYS YOU CAN'T GO HOME

This is a story of Darcy Rezac's from WORK THE POND! and it's downright spooky.  It goes like this:

While a sophomore at McGill University in Montreal, I traveled to the West Coast one summer to complete officer training as an army engineer.  Westbound, my aircraft got laid up in Winnipeg, the Prairie city where I was born and lived until the age of two.  I hadn't been back since.  I needed a place to stay for the night, so I phoned a classmate and close friend, David Farmer, who was working in Winnipeg that summer.  "Come on over," David responded.  "I'm sure my landlady won't mind. Tell the cab driver the address is 944 Somerville Avenue."

David's landlady, Dr. Borthwick-Leslie, turned out to be a welcoming and fascinating person--the first woman graduate of the faculty of medicine in Winnipeg.

After half an hour of chatting over a cup of tea, she asked, "Was your father invalided in the army and sent back to Winnipeg from England at the end of the Second World War?"

"Yes," I replied.

"Come with me," she said, escorting me to the back porch.  "Do you see that small handle at the bottom of the screen door?  Your father put that on so that you and your two brothers could open it.  You lived in this house until you were two years old.  I bought this house from your father when your family moved to Montreal."