One of the best parts of all my childhood summers was a trip or two to the Canadian National Exhibition. Of course, no one ever called it that – it was always the C.N.E. or The Ex. If you can imagine such a thing, we used to get a free entrance ticket with our report cards in June. […]Read more "Fair Days"
To repeat an overused refrain around town – man, it’s hot! It’s high-summer here in Toronto and the city’s sweltering. Stepping outside is like being swaddled in an electric blanket – a damp, overheating, electric blanket – and frankly, I spend a lot of time daydreaming about being in cool water. Specifically, the heat’s made me […]Read more "Cool Water"
I grew up in the west end of the city – almost smack dab between Dundas West and Lansdowne, near Bloor St. If you know the area, I wonder what you think, or rather feel, when you hear those names. Especially if you’ve known the area over the past couple of decades. Well, I can […]Read more "Moss Park"
Working on a new post, I’ve been up to my eyeballs (literally, because I use them to read) in old newspapers and documents. But I wanted to take a moment to wish you all a happy Canada Day. So, Happy Canada Day! My earliest memory of celebrating Canada Day is being about 6 or so […]Read more "Dominion Day"
Occasionally after writing about an individual or building, I’m left with a handful of fun tidbits that, for one reason or another, I was unable to fit into the final piece. It’s a bit like finishing up a quilt and realizing that some of your favourite squares didn’t make it in – which, if you’ve no plans […]Read more "The Delineator Revisited"
If you’ve recently found yourself travelling along Richmond St W, between Bay and Yonge, chances are you’ve already forgotten it. Because, frankly, there’s not a whole lot there. Oh sure, you have the great, expansive back-end of the Bay on the north side, rising up like an impenetrable cliff face. But there’s not a whole […]Read more "Delineating Richmond St W"
In my time, I’ve known a couple of people who are big believers in palm reading – or at least, they enjoy having their palms read. Myself, I’ve never been a fan. First off, I think it’s a lot of bunk and, second, I’m terrified they’ll tell me I’m about to die. So it’s really […]Read more "Fortune Tellers, Clairvoyants & Phrenologists"