familiar Toronto
the journal of Michael Werneburg
twenty-eight years and a million words
Toronto, 2002.09.02
The city is already starting to feel more familiar. We came down from Huronia quite early to avoid the traffic, and picked up my aunt Laurie for a side-trip to St. Catharines. Laurie's been living in a new place for the first time in twelve years; at a spot just off of the Humber river. In St. Catharines, they visited with an old family friend who's suffered a series of strokes and who is bed-ridden. While they did that, I went for a walk along one of the parks on the lake. Poor St. Kitts; all that lake frontage, and no real beaches.
In the weekend paper, I learned that one of my former coworkers has had a steady column in the Star for a couple of years.