The Rover: if we didn't laugh, we'd cry

Leaving Anishnaabe territory with a sense of hope

The old man smiled through a grimace of pain, his knees nearly buckling under the weight of two five-gallon jugs of water.

He found his footing after a few false starts, and once he had forward momentum on his side, there was no stopping him. Because there is no running water in Kitcisakik, this awkward shuffle is a fact of daily life in the Anishnaabe s…