By Karen Wehrstein
It’s three in the morning in the lower-level room at the Huntsville Civic Centre. Not long from now, the first light of day will show through the windows and the birds will begin to sing. All is quiet, with no town politicians or staff working upstairs, no theatre-goers next door, and barely a car passing by on Main St.— except for the furious tapping of fingers on computer keys, the intermittent quaffing of coffee, and the occasional quiet request from one writer to another for a useful snippet of information.
Sideroads of Muskoka 