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the wealthy die, too

the journal of Michael Werneburg

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Toronto, 2005.02.16

Today I was passed by a limo-studded funeral procession on Eglinton St that had a substantial police escort. It was almost as much of a procession as we'd see in Kiribilli when the Aussie Prime Minister would bustle by with his substantial police escort all a-light.

I guess someone with money and/or connections and/or fame died, because they tied up all of the traffic eastbound on Eglinton between Yonge and Mt. Pleasant (and, I suppose, well beyond that).

rand()m quote

On the endless saga of Rob Ford, mayor of Toronto; "It shouldn't have had to come to this. I'm so tired of getting up every morning and wondering, 'What will it be today?' I'm so tired of giving the benefit of the doubt again and again, only to be let down again and again.... Somewhere a responsible adult has to appear, draw a bright moral line, tell the truth and say unequivocally what won't be tolerated. Somebody has to do the right thing."

—Denzil Minnan-Wong