On Monday, while waiting for a new class to start at the Y – “circuit blast,” fabulous and deadly – I couldn’t help but overhear the conversation next to me. The class had been moved because the Premier was giving a speech in the building, and a man was using the occasion to vent his spleen, loudly, about taxes, the disgrace of them, the vile new HST, the unfairness, crippling, big government, etc. Glenn Beck would love this guy.
Summer continues, bewildered but happy Torontonians out in tank tops, shorts, flipflops. On October 1 Lynn and I swam in