Rob Ford is no longer the Mayor of Toronto. Not in name, not in law, not in anything but perhaps the delusional recesses of his brother’s mind. A quiet ending is not one many city observers would have predicted as little as six months ago. Many likely saw Ford leaving his office in defeat, if not handcuffs, for the final act of his term. The sudden, somber news of his health concerns brought about a different end to his tenure as Mayor. I continue to wish Ford and his family well, and hope he makes a full recovery.
I hope Toronto recovers as well.
I’m going to tell you about something I did yesterday that gave me an idea. It’s a simple one, nothing to change the world, but because it’s simple I hope it’s one you’ll consider.
Yesterday I found a pair of gloves in a coat I haven’t worn since last winter. Like I suspect most men, I consider my pockets adequate replacements for gloves, so since I was walking to a GO train only to walk to my car after I didn’t bother putting them on. I put them back in my pocket until I was about halfway to Union station, and I thought of somewhere better to put them. I put them into the hands of a homeless man.
Between changing more diapers and falling deeper in love than I’d have thought possible, I’ve struggled to put in to words my thoughts on Toronto’s election since the ballots were counted. Sleep deprivation is likely an accomplice to my inability to write an adequate epilogue but hardly the ringleader. More likely the feeling of having been denied something is responsible. Like an average meal at an excellent restaurant my political appetite feels less than satiated.
I struggled with how to put those feelings to page until I realized as usual someone else has done it better. I’d like to thank Mick Jagger and friends for the reminder you can’t always get what you want. (more…)