Category: Blog

Beside me at the bar at the Roy Pub sits a couple that have come in for dinner. They’re not looking for anything fancy, just some decent comfort food. Probably around 60, they have the look of people who like to go to sunny, vacation resorts when they travel, and rarely miss any of their…

Friday had November written all over it. A day without character, it was cold and gray, an unwelcome waiting station between seasons. As I coughed joylessly through errands, all I could think about doing was escaping into a movie theatre. Yes, when things aren’t going my way, I like to vanish into someone else’s life…

On Wednesday, The Jesus Cobras–my Coed Rec league floor hockey team– took on our rivals Fat ‘N Lazy. In spite of the fact that only one of their players weighs less than 250 pounds ( a defender named Shawnika, who has to be at least 230), they’re a formidable crew. They’re hard to move from…

  At a certain point, I declared that I didn’t want to live in The Beaches district in Toronto. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a lovely, child friendly area in East Toronto. It’s expensive, and a very desirable place to live, particularly for those who are interested in raising their children in…

As I’ve been looking to increase traffic to my Blog, I decided that like the Heene family– who pretended that their six year-old son was trapped in a balloon and hurtling across America– that I should pull a similar publicity stunt. Although Rachelle and I don’t have any children, we do have a dog, a…

As I was taking our dog on a walk through Old Chinatown, the weather turned and it began to pour rain. Like everybody else on Gerrard Street, we ran for shelter, stopping in the first commercial doorway we found. It turns out we were in the entranceway to Champions Off-Track wagering. Looking down the stairwell,…

In Riverside, during the day, there are an awful lot of men with nothing to do wandering the streets. Some make eye contact, others don’t. When I take the dog for her walk, we pass them. Some speak furtively into cell phones from alleys, while others, brushing aside homemade curtains, peer out from their rooms…

On Monday, standing in front of me at the check-in lineup at the Porter desk was a 20 year-old guy. He wore a Kansas City Royals baseball hat, cocked to the side, and had his jeans cinched just below his ass. He was also sporting a huge knapsack on his back, which kept brushing against…

Alright. I guess I kind of feel like I have to apologize today. Last night I was drinking heavily, and when I got home I logged onto Facebook only to see—what I thought—was a very provocative status update in my news feed. Christian Wichman had posted a photograph of himself wearing a Unicorn crown, under…