Finance minister is right

There are no bad jobs. There’s only bad pay. Being Finance Minister, chauffered around, wining, dining and travelling at public expense, should pay 10 bucks an hour. Cleaning public toilets for the TTC should bring in around a hundred thou a year.

Byron Sonne free at last

Of all that was disgusting and continues to be disgusting about G20 security excesses in 2010 Toronto, the jailing and persecution of Byron Sonne was one of the worst. Today, our so-called judicial system finally declared him Not Guilty of anything and cut him loose.

No Happy Mothers Day for Mother Tate


Despite the handmade sign, wishes for a Happy Mothers Day are in vain at the East End Garden Centre. Soon “Mother” Tate’s 30 year old business will be facing a very closed Queen Street East. Crews are tearing up the road to replace streetcar tracks. “What am I going to do with all these plants?” she asked on TV news last night.
This has to be one of the worst possible times to hit her business with a road closure… right at the height of the planting season sales period.

Feed me!


Pardon my obsession with Toronto’s very homely garbage receptacles, but where else can you see this stuff? Someone left the door ajar so I could examine the inner workings,

A couple of houses from today's walk


First, the Ashbridge’s house on Queen Street East. The family once owned 300 acres of prime land, lake shore to Danforth, and ran a big farm. The grounds on the east side of the house are still large by today’s standards…very attractive and park-like.

Of the many such gingerbread houses that still exist in Toronto, this one at 28 Coxwell is one of the best preserved (restored?) that I have seen. Cute.

Project Spring Cleaning: old stuff going out


We’ve been getting our offices crown moulded and repainted. Next step: go through all of the pack ratted stuff that has accumulated, yard sale some and give away or dispose of the rest.
It feels good to lighten up, but some things need to be recorded before they disappear… like this response to a vacation memo I sent around the office when I was working at an ad agency on the McDonald’s account.