Ahmed Hussen had a heck of a day last Tuesday: he swore in six new Canadians at the top of the CN Tower. On the outside.
A car was swallowed by a sinkhole at the former Weston bakery outlet earlier this week. The sinkhole was caused by a water-main break (not recent flooding) and the car seems to have
driven into it, rather than having had the sinkhole open up underneath it.
There were no injuries.
Update: the sinkhole opened up underneath the car.
Anyone who has lived in Weston has (at least once) had to ride the 89 Weston bus.
The ride is often not a very pleasant one. Hot and smelly in the summer, crowded in the winter, each passenger jostling for a small piece of personal space.
There are so many stories that can be written about the things that happen on this bus, but today, I am going to tell you a story about the old man in the trench coat.
It was a cold, blustery winter day when I was standing on the bus platform at Keele Station waiting for the 89 Weston bus. The platform, as is typically the case during rush hour was packed. We were all standing so close to one another that you could almost feel the other person breathing, all of us, that is, except for one.
At the corner of the platform stood an old man in a brown trench coat. His back was hunched and his face hidden as he tried to shield himself from the snow that danced around us. When the bus finally arrived he got on and sat down on a seat close to the window, one of those single seats.
The bus began to move and I drifted between thoughts of what I was going to have for dinner and for lunch the next day at work. I was half gazing out the window and listening to my music when the old man once again caught my eye. This time he pulled something out of his coat. The young women who stood close to him looked shocked and horrified. I noticed them quickly move away from him, trying to find a spot, any spot in the crowd that was away from him.
After they had moved, I was able to see what the old man in the brown trench coat had pulled out; he had pulled out a rat.
The rat was big and brown. Its long thick beige tail hung like a rope.
The old man in the brown trench coat was talking to it and hugging it. It was clearly his companion. No one dared say a word, they simply looked on in disbelief.
Once my own feelings of shock subsided, I couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of empathy wash over me. It is so hard in this lifetime to find someone we can love, someone we can trust and if this rat provided that comfort in this mans life, who was I to judge.
It also reminded me once more, that you never know that you will see when you take a ride on the 89 Weston bus. I would love to hear about your adventures on this bus. Please share your experiences in the comments below.
Digging deep into the WestonWeb archives, here are some of the things that WestonWeb was covering five years ago in May 2013, .
There were muggings at Chaminade High School, Weston Memorial P.S. had a massive flood, the Carrying Place plaque on Weston Road was unveiled. The Janes Walk for May 2013 visited the Kodak Building and Frances Nunziata was calling reports of a crack smoking Rob Ford fake news.
I’m on a quest to find the best french fries and I need your help dear readers. French fries are my guilty pleasure. They’re packed with calories, have way too much fat and salt and probably shorten our lives but who cares? Good fries are worth it.
There aren’t that many variables in creating good fries. The type of potato is important, the fat or oil has an influence, how they’re cooked (once, twice etc.) and at what temperature as well as seasonings added before or after cooking.
The mark of a good fry is that it can be eaten on its own without too much ketchup, vinegar or mayo. My wife insists that the best fries in the world are sold at just about any food joint inside the walls of the old city of Jerusalem. While I have to agree, it would be nice to find some just as good here.
We’ve quite a few places to choose from when it comes to local fries but quality seems to vary. If you go to P&M’s, you can be sure to get fresh cut fries and lots of them. Close by, Zeal Burger has great fries; especially with the ‘Z Sauce’ that Mark makes. Golden Crisp in Mount Dennis gets good reviews. Local political activist Riley Peterson insists that the fries at Weston Lions Arena are the best by far.
As a community service, readers are invited to share where the best local fries are. We are excluding chains like MacDonalds which add things like beef flavour and dextrose (a form of sugar) to their fries.
So dear readers; where are the best local fries? Please share.
As part of my personal mission, I’ll be trying some at the arena this Saturday to see if the rumours are true.
Sad Postscript: Weston Lions Arena is closed until October. I went round there today and they are melting the ice.
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Here is a notice from Toronto Hydro:
- Project ID: W18159
- Activity: Overhead Civil and Electrical
- Timeline: October 2017 – December 2018
- Status: Current
Toronto Hydro is planning to rebuild the aging overhead electrical system in the community to help improve service reliability. The rebuild includes upgrading overhead electrical cables and replacing hydro poles within the City of Toronto’s public property allowance in front of or adjacent to the lot. Throughout this project, planned outages may be necessary to switch from the old to the new electrical system and we intend to provide advance notice. Toronto Hydro crews and contractors will take extra care and precautions around the property. Please be advised that as a result of the project, our contractor may be trimming a number of the overgrown trees on the public road allowance in order to accommodate new hydro infrastructure. Upon project completion, affected areas will be restored.
So, instead of replacing MacDonald Avenue’s overhead wiring with underground cables, Toronto Hydro will continue to use a 19th Century method of bringing power to homes and businesses. This will ensure a continuing vulnerability of the power supply to ice storms, lightning strikes, vehicle collisions and falling trees. Speaking of trees; pruning them to make room for wiring is harmful and our trees would last far longer if they weren’t weakened by being trimmed.
The average life of a hydro pole is about 35 years so the MacDonald Avenue installation should last until 2053. Oh, and don’t hold your breath expecting that all of the old poles will be completely removed.
It seems that Toronto Hydro would rather spend its money on executive remuneration than on upgrading infrastructure, preserving trees and improving our streetscape. Yes, it would be initially more expensive to bury power lines but it would be an investment in the future and save money (repairs from the 2013 ice storm cost over $170 million) and inconvenience in the long run.