Was the steam rising from the sidewalks or my brain? This I wondered as I made my way through the hot, soupy (and this past week, I understand, smoky) air of Toronto, in the summer of 2025.
The world surely does not need another piece of journalism where a reporter parachutes into a city where they do not live and makes pronouncements about the place.
That said, Toronto was my home for more than half my life before I moved to Vancouver in 2007. Growing up, we called it Toronto the Good. I propose a new moniker: Toronto the Grind.
