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is Ron Keenberg’s first person narrative tale of his pursuit of architecture, its violent clashes and delightful sensual happenings.

He leaves home, moves to New York where he’s adopted by great architectural mentors, and falls in love with Canary Yellow. In 1965, Philip Johnson sends him back to the parched architectural desert of mid-western Canada to avoid his namesake Lyndon. Keenberg founds IKOY and strikes oil in this desolate, freezing, mosquito-infested place. He becomes a duke – Jags, Benz, Morgans, a house on the park, a remote fishing camp and investments galore. And then he goes into his closet, turns off the lights, takes off his 3-piece pinstripes and looks inside himself; the Architect has vanished.

He re-embraces Canary, joins a socialist political party, enters architectural competitions and begins writing his architectural philosophy. He wins, he loses, he seduces, manipulates and slaps in the name of Architecture. He changes his middle name from Douglas to Billmore. Canary winks and lets him play with Discovery as he pursues his architectural dream. In the end, is Keenberg a master Builder, Architect, tradesman, businessman or just a fighter? You Decide.

His Narrative and philosophy are enriched with sidebars and a cheeky chronology. You’ll smile; Keenberg tells a great story, and he tells it all. He’ll give you the ride of a lifetime from the moment you pick up the book. A true tale told by a master storyteller; a tale of sex, violence and architecture. light up, pour a dram and enjoy.

is Ron Keenberg’s first person narrative tale of his pursuit of architecture, its violent clashes and delightful sensual happenings.

He leaves home, moves to New York where he’s adopted by great architectural mentors, and falls in love with Canary Yellow. In 1965, Philip Johnson sends him back to the parched architectural desert of mid-western Canada to avoid his namesake Lyndon. Keenberg founds IKOY and strikes oil in this desolate, freezing, mosquito-infested place. He becomes a duke – Jags, Benz, Morgans, a house on the park, a remote fishing camp and investments galore. And then he goes into his closet, turns off the lights, takes off his 3-piece pinstripes and looks inside himself; the Architect has vanished.

He re-embraces Canary, joins a socialist political party, enters architectural competitions and begins writing his architectural philosophy. He wins, he loses, he seduces, manipulates and slaps in the name of Architecture. He changes his middle name from Douglas to Billmore. Canary winks and lets him play with Discovery as he pursues his architectural dream. In the end, is Keenberg a master Builder, Architect, tradesman, businessman or just a fighter? You Decide.

His Narrative and philosophy are enriched with sidebars and a cheeky chronology. You’ll smile; Keenberg tells a great story, and he tells it all. He’ll give you the ride of a lifetime from the moment you pick up the book. A true tale told by a master storyteller; a tale of sex, violence and architecture. light up, pour a dram and enjoy.