It’s an unnaturally mild November day.
On the Beat
Fishing for Hemingway’s lair in the Bathurst sea
It’s a dour autumn day similar to Ernest Hemingway’s perspective of growing old.
Yorkville abuzz with lights, camera, action
I was late for a lunch date with Charlize Theron at Sassafraz, as I waded through the people in the narrow, but bustling Yorkville laneways.
All lost in pursuit of the Bridle Path
I was as lost as the hearse that pulled up beside me.
Summerhill trek a cure for suburban homesickness
People would think I was a lush, standing outside the Scrivener Square LCBO at 10 a.m.
Pleasantly silent at King’s tomb
I’m not one to haunt cemeteries, even if pleasant is in the name.
Stepping into the shadow of the castle
“Give me fuel, give me fire, give me that which I desire,” sung by James Hetfield, hits my eardrums like displaced air from a train […]