Tim from the Saskatoon Co-op

Tim from maintenance, badge worn thin, name half gone. Says he's been here since the

first store opened at dawn. Changes one burnt bulb, three more flicker

out in a row. Tightens one loose tap, now the whole

back room starts to overflow. Oh Tim from the Saskatoon Co-op,

fixing things he's never understood. Every turn of the wrench, another problem pops.

But somehow it all works out kinda good. Oh Tim from

the Saskatoon Co-op, holding this whole place together by luck and hope. Calls for produce,

freezer's humming like a tired old truck. He shrugs, "I'll have a