There are band-aids and hair in the garbage can in the washroom at the pub. Read more
On Sunday Rachelle and I went to Ikea in search of storage solutions. Read more
Somewhere in his late thirties and just about to start his impossible descent toward middle-age, he tells us that he’s a pro wake boarder and begins to name drop. Read more
On Bloor Street a man rode his bicycle east while shouting into his cell phone. He was furious, his face torn in anger and his voice carrying a city block.