My friend Brian made this beautiful tribute to his mother, who died last Sunday at the age of 94. It is very nicely done, in my opinion, and I was especially moved by the way he wrote so simply about all the relationships that made her who she was. It’s really a poem, isn’t it?
Catherine Gertrude Hickey
daughter
sister
wife
mother
friend
advocate
confidant
provider
protector
teacher
Top artwork from the TTC newsletter. Bottom photo: One I took a while ago.
Above is the shelter the glass one will replace. It has an opaque roof, offering shade in summer heat. The new ones have glass roofs.
Of course the castle is
Danica pointed out these soon-to-be-obscured air vents and we recorded them before a condo goes up on the site next door. They are probably copper, judging by the patina. Lovely things atop a grand old Toronto Hydro utility building. Man, they built things well, once upon a time. The vents turn in the wind, thanks to their distinctive vanes.
Bill Byres surveys the Toronto Archives. Two storey stacks of storage boxes
Mr Byres and I had to go back to the corner of Bathurst and Dupont for lunch today. A couple of weeks ago we were a few steps away from Vesta Lunch’s venerable counter, enjoying a great meal at 
