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
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
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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