A youngster as Apollo 12 touched the first men down on the moon, I remember, as best as one can remember particular moments 50+ years in the past, where I was at that moment. Outside on my bike. Rocket ships and outer space hold as little interest for me now as they did back then, the horizon of my focus much more prosaic. In those days, probably hockey, Red Skelton and those zany, crazy Looney Tunes. Continue reading
Once upon a time there was Transit City.
It was a plan to build public transit (‘Moving Toronto Into the Future’), modest in the sense of seeming achievable in a reasonable time frame and at a feasible cost. Both levels of government, municipal and provincial, were on board and, despite a scaling back of projects by the province in the face of the 2008 recession (brewing bad blood between Queen’s Park and City Hall that would open the door to bad faith actors intent on killing the proceedings), work was begun in 2009. Continue reading
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