"How did the province where medicare was born end up with a city this frightening?"

I've spent the last couple hours trying to write a post responding to the recent Maclean's article naming Regina's North-Central neighbourhood as the worst in Canada. But I don't know how do to it.

So instead, here is a painting I bought from a former North Central resident who came around my old office to visit my boss for a few weeks in mid-2005.

He died about two weeks after I bought this painting from him. During one of his last visits, he told my boss and I that he was going to go to Moose Jaw to
enter rehab with a friend. He said he had to leave the city since the treatment in Regina wasn't really rehab
at all when you were so close to all of your known demons – human and otherwise.

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