We’d finished breakfast as planned without much conversation. Passing talk about the warm, largely rain-free autumn so far. The end of the baseball season. Grapes. 
Cecil’s neighbours grew grapes for their homemade wine every year. Not great wine, in Cecil’s admittedly non-oenologist opinion.
“But enthusiastically produced, I’ll tell you that much, Barnaby.” Continue reading
As I’m sure Brad Bradford intended way back in September 2025, this photo gracing the raggedy front page of the Toronto Sun lingered with me nearly 14 months later, all throughout this past municipal election campaign. Continue reading
TRTO à MTRL (5hrs, 28mns, scheduled VIA rail)
TRTO à MTRL (5 hrs, 30mns, scheduled, in theory, by car)
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Only 3 minutes late leaving Union Station in Toronto, heading for Gare Centrale, Montreal. Continue reading