I set out to write a little fluff of a travelogue after my excursion to Montreal last week. A comparative piece to my hometown here in Toronto. Hometown? Is that what you call somewhere you’ve lived for almost all your adult life that still doesn’t really feel like home so much as the place where you live? Continue reading
Way back in 2013, I wrote this about the long, sad, futile attempts to tame car traffic along King Street West to open up room for regular and reliable streetcar service.
Lest this begins to look like a retreat to the familiar, a purely Toronto municipal politics blog, the second such item in three days, you can put your mind at ease. Nothing but pure fluke. Just a happenstance of circumstance as they say, and if they don’t, they should. The torpid weather. An annoying struggle with another piece of writing. Some rather exceptional matters in and around City Hall. Continue reading