Just having extricated myself from agonizingly obsessing over the state of this city’s municipal politics (again), to settle into the saner pastures of writing nonpublished fiction, it pains me to find myself back at it so soon, if only briefly. I hope. Fingers crossed. This time I’m serious. Seriously. Continue reading
It’s easy to forget, here in the early days of 2023, watching John Tory run roughshod over City Hall, untethered as he is by any sort of checks and balances at the local level, a veritable Big Fish in the small pond in the governance hierarchy, just what a bumbling politico he once was seen as.
A near year end Skype call with friends back in 2020, muted yuletide joy with a hint of cautious optimism. While in the midst of a second, deadlier wave, strict(ish) public health measures still in place, more or less, representing the collective personal sacrifice most of us had been willing to make over the previous 9 months or so. 
Scaled back holiday festivities. Gatherings conducted within our social bubbles. But Covid vaccines had started rolling out. If we could just make it through this next little while.
“… I mean, 2021 can’t be any worse,” my friend offered with a modicum of hope. Continue reading