“Do you remember when I directed Arturo Ui with the kids?” Cecil asks me.
I didn’t. Not offhand. Cecil had been a secondary school English and drama teacher, exiting the profession, he claimed, before they replaced all books with instruction manuals. That was back a few years now. Retirement suited Cecil who’d definitely mellowed, became less ornery and cantankerous. Continue reading →
Weighing in before the mayoral by-election has even been called, ‘international investors’ are letting it be known that they ‘hope to see [a] business-savvy mayor’ elected in Toronto, ‘similar’ to the ex-mayor, John Tory. According to observers. According to the Toronto Star, and according to Global News, in eerily similar dispatches over the weekend. Oh, wait. Not similar. Exact, pretty much. Almost like a press release being passed off as news. Continue reading →
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 →