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The Train, The Family, And A Tragedy

Here’s what I remember

Every year I’d plan a visit to Montreal during the Film Festival du Monde, when the city was ablaze with everything cinema. I loved every minute.

I’d ride the Montrealer to St. Alban’s, where border control agents would come on board to check passports; from there, the train would move on to Montreal’s Central Station. Even though that’s…