December 2006
1 post
401
The woman I used to love lived in Scarborough. Whether or not she loved me is a story for another time. Instead, this is a story about my travel from Kipling to Kennedy — opposite ends of the green subway line that stretched across the city — that I took several times a week, and the love I soon grew to develop for that expanse of concrete known as the 401.
Every time my thoughts wandered upon...