I’m on the inside looking out.
On the Beat
All wet, like the British election
It’s your typical rainy British day as I amble up the hill to Sir Winston Churchill Park in the northern tip of South Hill.
No sails needed for this nautical jaunt
With all the citywide post office closures, why not remember where snail mail got its start in a much younger Hogtown?
Springtime is a carnival?
“Welcome back my friends to the show that never ends,” Greg Lake sings, “We’re so glad you could attend, come inside, come inside.”
Baseball, Bogie and Bayview
On Super Bowl Sunday I’m thinking baseball.
Edwards Gardens gives solace in the city
I need an escape.
Squirrelly Beltline trek
I was entering the valley of the squirrels.
Autumn in York Mills
My camera was giving me grief.
Somethin’ strange in the neighbourhood
I was hoping a run-in with Jason Voorhees on my way to my apartment wouldn’t set the tone for my monthly walk.
Yonge at heart
Have you ever had to retrace your steps?