The Rowdyman did very well this evening. Stuck in the middle of a whole gang of the rich and famous, he managed to be the good fellow I know him to be. Himself, with no need to put on airs. Now that his name is on a sidewalk somewhere in Toronto, he put it so well: They’ll be saying, “Look at him walking by his star“.
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I probably scored as many goals as anyone else in the neighbourhood, back when the only recreation available to teenage boys involved cheap sticks, a lacrosse ball and an empty parking lot. Goal posts made from blocks of ice, and stamina that kept us “on goal” for hours at a time. We had nothing to do with, and nothing but admiration for the “real” hockey players. Those who wore skates and one of the sacred six jerseys.
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For the casual consumer, the times are changing. Not too long ago, those in large urban centers had a real advantage in pricing for many articles. I’ve been buying photographic equipment sporadically for better than thirty years. I grew up with the belief that the best prices were to be found in the nether pages of Popular Photography magazine (meaning in the stores that have doors on Times Square). I even ordered stuff via a slow boat from China. Little empirical proof to offer; just belief.
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Tonight the Global network carried the “Canadian Urban Music Awards”, from Toronto I assume. At least, the little video headers showed subway cars with destination plates for Downsview… that sounds sufficiently Queen City to me.
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There are processes within the business world that leave me mystified. Last week, our director was asked if we could allow a community group to use our videoconference centre. The room was available, so why not. I received a number of “heads up” calls to make sure I was on board and ready to receive our visitors. Nothing could be easier.
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Late in the summer of 1972, I swung down from the Ocean Limited in Amherst, and collected my trusty Targa bicycle from the baggage car. With a fair portion of my worldly belongings in a huge green knapsack (still in the basement), I mounted my trusty steed and set off for the Island. With sixty kilometers of road and the wind at my back, it was time to turn on my transistor radio and tune in CFCY.
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