Can’t write much, various crises here, no time for thought. However, this pleasure: yesterday morning, up at 6.45 to leave at 7.30 with Jean-Marc, to ride downtown. We met a big group of Cycle TO cyclists, and at 8, Olivia Chow joined us on her bicycle. We were there to ride her in to her first day on her new job as mayor of Toronto. She was wearing her usual bright jacket and a skirt imprinted with a red rocket streetcar.
So at least a hundred of us rode down Bay Street in a convoy, bells jingling, engulfed in bubbles from the bubble machine of the lovely woman on the multi-flowered bike. 
And then onto the plaza at City Hall, where Olivia made a beautiful speech about working together to make a better city, then went to lock up her bike and, after various ceremonies, get to work.
In the midst of personal turmoil, I’m overjoyed a great thing has happened for our city. And somehow, I ended up in pictures online, in front of her, in my cowboy shirt. It just happened that way, and I had no idea pictures were being taken, but there you are. Or at least, there she is and there I am. Happy.
