I've always lived downtown. In neighbourhoods with character: the Danforth, the Junction, Bloor West Village. I take lots of photos of the Humber River on Instagram.
I've loved Toronto since the first day I arrived. Driving away from Stratford after twelve years. Not looking back. Went to a matinee the next day with unpacked boxes piled everywhere. Few things are better than spending a Friday afternoon in a dark theatre.
One of my too many dreams is to live in a big international city. If I won a lottery, I'd have to think hard about where to start. I might have to put names in a hat. And leave quickly.
I did not disappear at 50. I went back to school and built a new career. Worked with good people and consistently sought opportunities to improve. Focused on building a portfolio for ten years. And here I am at sixty feeling more visible almost daily. Emerging, late in life.
I've always been a fool for the long game — cooking and writing. You can't begin to imagine the places I expect to go. I've never wanted something more. I hope at least half of it happens.
A clear expression of Elvis. This song is on fire. Tom Holkenborg got the Presley family seal of approval. Because he's a genius.
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