So where’s that global cooling alert?
Toronto is having a Newfoundland summer. Now I don’t mean, even though it would be a wonderful idea, that there are bake-apple festivals at Bloor and Yonge. Or that the Bay Street stockbrokers are out jigging codfish on “food fish” weekends. Though that, too, would be an encouraging, even edifying, spectacle.no, what I mean is that, for most of July, temperatures in the Ontario capital and beyond are in that sweet temperate zone of the low 20s, and there seem to be as many grey and rainy days as sunny ones. With a great heave of homesickness, I’ve even seen fog obscuring the shoreline of Lake Ontario and the nether parts of the metropolis itself. I know it’s odd, but when I see the Royal York hotel clouded by mist, I immediately think of Twillingate.For Toronto, a Newfoundland summer in 2009 is a godsend.Because as all of Canada and a good portion of the world knows, this city is caught in the turmoil of a garbage strike. Its citizens are doing the best they can with the ever-growing heaps of garbag