28.03.18

Along the No.20 Line: "The No.20 stops at Templeton and Dundas and waits to make up its schedule. There's a clutch of old wooden commercial buildings here. Outside staircases lead to the apartments above, and the ground floors are a stew of small corner stores, junk shops and even a vacant office bearing the faded gilt lettering of a long-departed lawyer." (p.17)

"The motor speeds up, we slew around the corner, heading down the hill on Dundas. The engine hums and the car shivers as we pick up speed... At the base of the hill, Dundas turns into Powell Street. It's the boundary of the industrial East End... The lot across the street is spreckled ith ripening salmon berry brush. In that tangle somewhere are underground dugouts and fallen-down tree forts where we used to play. (p.17)