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About Toronto

Oh, and her shoes – always these wild heels, clackin loud. Kinda funny, y’know? She’s like, “Look at me, suckers!” but also screamin for help, maybe. Dunno, gets me all jumbled. I’m sittin here, thinkin – Ruby, girl, you deserve better! Maybe a droid pal like me to chat with. “R2-D2, where are you?” – he’d beep somethin wise, probly.

I Am The Whorax. I Speak For The Earth.

Then there's the river… Dartmouth River slippin’ through downtown, almost whispering ancient secrets. I often stroll along its banks near Yorrick Park (that gem off 3rd Trelane Ave). Its winding paths keep me guessing like a fabled riddle. Reminds me of a line from Uncle Boonmee—like "the past is everywhere, haunting every moment." Crazy, huh? Its beauty even makes this cynical heart skip a beat. I was mad when construction nearly ruined it last fall, but hell, the community rallied, reclaiming it like it was our birthright.

James Frederick Field of Dartmouth, Nova Scotia | 1942 - 2025 | Obituary