Today our streetcar was unusually packed – standing room only 10 stops from the subway. Most of the car get soft at the first subway exit. As we were leaving, I heard a man say ‘stay flat – as flat as paper’. When I arrived at the exit I saw he was talking to his(…)
Every Monday there is a violinist who plays at King Station. he plays simply and beautifully, and I wonder if he knows that he is often the best part of my Mondays. Today, as always, I did not have change to give him. I feel ashamed because I get so much from him yet give(…)
I had grabbed lunch and was hurrying back to my desk when I saw something in the courtyard off Bay Street in Toronto. There were three women dressed in outrageous hoop dresses, acting a pantomime (of what appeared to be a plot of jealousy and betrayal) on platform stilts about 20 feet in the air.(…)