Green Bay PEI

The sign read Road Closed, but for the next month, it was my personal domain.

​A complete bridge overhaul had transformed this stretch of asphalt into a dead end, and my sole duty was to hold down the fort. For the next two, three, maybe four weeks, my entire world was reduced to the front seat of my car, a quiet stretch of road, and a tablet loaded up with endless video queues. Some people call it work; I call it getting paid to master the art of doing absolutely nothing.Read more