As the sun pierces the horizon to reveal a distant Toronto skyline, a fit-looking man in his 70s emerges on his third-floor condominium balcony. He’s come out to tend an expansive collection of flowers and plants that crowd his terrace, making it difficult to get a clear view of his face.
This low-rise condo building is unremarkable, one of several fanning out across a leafy west Toronto suburb.
So is the man carefully looking after his plants in the early autumn light. He is wearing a blue button-up shirt and jeans fastened neatly with a belt. His greying hair has receded since he was last photographed publicly nearly three decades ago.
This guy’s story crops up in the media every few years, why he’s protected is anyone’s guess.
