Dec 3


It makes me feel all warm inside when I hear residents taking on a city as big and cumbersome, politically speaking, as Toronto. Having no luck phoning the mayor or the roads department, they tackled the problem themselves.

Those in this neighborhood were plagued, according to the Toronto Star, by a nearby angled three-way intersection where approaching drivers didn’t know where to stop. Adding to the confusion was one side lacked a sidewalk.

They took it upon themselves using ‘chalk and a mixture of cornstarch and water’ to draw lines on the road. They filled in the empty space with fallen leaves to make it a sort of fake island. According to Dave Meslin, a local civic advocate, it’s “the first time in years I actually saw people stopping at the intersection.”

To make it more realistic, they photoshopped a real sidewalk and changed the brown leafy island to greenspace. To get the full affect, check the web for the before and after photos shown in the Star this Friday past. It clears up what my description sadly lacks.

The question is, what will the powers that be do about it? I suppose it’s a fair-to-middling start when their local councillor Cesar Palacio says he’ll “put forward a notice of motion at community council asking staff to study the vision that’s been brought forward and to create a conceptual design or designs in terms of moving forward.” Huh?

If that isn’t a mouthful. You think he’d just say, “Sure I will,” instead of beating around the proverbial bush.

Author’s comment: I dig stories like this. Neighbors getting together to physically work on a problem and solve it by using their imagination.

For most of us, it’s easier to shake our heads, and let it go at that. Not this bunch. Imagine, they used chalk and a mixture of cornstarch and water to make a point.

Posted on December 3rd, 2017 by Clarke
Nov 26


It’s that time of year when Christmas isn’t far off — it could be the lousy month of November when rain should be a less messy snow — that triggers how important it is to keep in touch with good friends.

The Bells from Creemore, for example, among a few others, who make getting together something you carry away with you.

This happened when we met Maddie and Matthew Storey – he’s our nephew – for dinner last Friday night at the local SCADDABUSH ITALIAN KITCHEN & BAR. The hugs, the kisses on both cheeks, adding to it all.

The clatter of dishes, the loud hum of voices, the music added to the evening. For starters, we ordered two prosciutto specials served on a pine board with sea salt, fig jam and hand-stretched mozzarella cheese. Medium/rare steaks and frites for Matt and I; pasta for our wives.

The chatter, smiles and talk between us was genuine and warm; the wives cutting in when their husbands’ versions were ‘way off track.’ The meal ended too soon, with each of us knowing there would be more of these get-togethers in the coming months.

Author’s comment: We should cherish these moments, shared with those we love the most. I like to tuck them away, reminding me good friends are a needed buffer against what life has lined up for us.

An admission: Three unexpected deaths lately prompted what I’ve written; one being  our beloved 12-year-old German shepherd, Maxx.

Posted on November 26th, 2017 by Clarke