It started with an old man forgetting his wallet.
The old man being me, the wallet being mine, and a Monday morning crosstown appointment to get the snow tires changed.
A twenty-two minute estimated journey, clocking in at roughly 25. So far. So good. No complaints about that.
A bustling metropolis & etc. It isn’t an outing I take very often. So, no matter. Continue reading
Municipalities in this country, or at least in the province of Ontario (I am ignorant of the particulars for cities outside these borders), are like adolescents caught in the middle of an unhealthy parental relationship. Mom and dad – their union began that far back – are essentially separated, and have been for some time now. 
Things would get just too messy for an outright divorce. Instead, they go along to get along as best they can, sometimes fractious, sometimes amicable-ish, situation dependent, co-dependent, it can feel like. Continue reading
For anyone who’s followed the travails of the King Street Transit Corridor (aka ‘The Little Pilot Project That Could!’), last week’s report from the Toronto Star’s Lex Harvey about the lawless and negligent disregard and disrepair that’s now rampant along the run of it, the news comes as little surprise.
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