Since my whisky conversion, I’ve happily proselytized about the spirit to anyone who’d listen. And here’s just the flowchart–via a whisky neophyte friend–to help my cause.
The election results really make me feel like an outlier in my ward. Whither progress, Toronto?
Thanksgiving has come and gone for 2014, but I am still thankful: for those who helped shepherd the food to my table, for quiet nights in, and for having someone in my life to share all that.
The problem with a great recommendation is that it often curtails a lot of the messy but ultimately very satisfying trial and error.
Sometimes preparing for a trip can be so exhausting that it’s hard to imagine you’ll have energy enough for travel. But you find a way.
The Trip to Italy is at least as good as The Trip. So add that to the very short list of less-than-disappointing movie sequels. But don’t just take my word for it. Take The Atlantic‘s — and then see the movie for yourself.
I wanted to say something witty about grey hair and ageing, but I forgot to write it down and now it’s Wednesday. So there you go.
There’s nothing like a streetcar ride on a summer evening to make you fall in love with Toronto all over again. There’s magic in the way the city passes you, the breeze on your face. The city and its people in snapshots.