Dear Turnip,

I enjoyed your May issue, particularly the story about the guy on Amelia Street who left New Zealand after the quake there. I recently moved to Yorke Street after 16 years in Japan: the combination of aftershocks and reactor meltdowns was enough to convince me it was time to come home. I don’t know if two people count as a flood, but it’s nice to know there’s another refugee in the neighbourhood.

My father grew up in the north end, and I went to Holy Angels for high school, but this is my first time to live north of Dorchester. I love the view of the harbour, the Upstairs Club, and the walk to Charlotte Street, although my cousin warns me “that god dam fiddle will drive you crazy in the summer.”

Looking forward to the next edition,

Catherine Campbell
Yorke Street