By Richard Carreño
[Writers Clearinghouse News Service]
[Writers Clearinghouse News Service]
Toronto
Welcome to the land of 'live and let live.' Sort of bland. Sort of vanilla. And so, so nice. In a good way.
This village of 2.6-million inhabitants has none of the in-your-face nitty gritty of the Lower 48 Big Five. Hardly the shoot-'em-up OK corral of Chicago; zilch, the Yo-Big-Mama-Tude of Philly, or the Forgetabout-it-No. 1-Bluster of New York. City-wise, this is the Little-Engine-that-Could. And it can.
Where else could the village mayor, a porcine, Chris Christie look-alike, be recently caught -- OK, allegedly -- doing drugs, and there's little public outcry. (At least, that was the results of my informal, non-scientific poll, surveying a college student at the University of Toronto, a sandwich maker lady at Subway, and a guard at the Ontario Legislative Assembly Building). Yes, this a place that has a memorial to the homeless, sponsored by the downtown Church of the Holy Trinity. Come now, brethren, how nice is that?
