Coming to Toronto
There were three traffic lights in the town I grew up in, and when a fourth was installed, it was something of an event. So for a certain wide-eyed pre-teen, trips to Toronto were like an odyssey to another dimension. I remember being dazzled by the electric-green SkyDome field, the lights of Bloor Street at night, and the crowds, noise and powdered doughnuts of the CNE. Later, when I was studying at U of T, Toronto meant sushi platters at the student newspaper office, the sticky-floored dive bars of College Street, and the quiet grandeur of the ROM. Today, as a father of three, it’s the street festivals, open-air concerts, and parks and playgrounds that give my kids so much joy.
Though I have known Toronto from…
