Welcome to the Hogtown Crier. If this is your first time here, let me tell what the HC is all about.
I’m a big fan of cities. I’ve visited a few other big western cities and while the point can be made that cities are all the same or equal until they’re your city, Toronto is objectively the best one. It’s also mine. I’ve always been a Torontonian elitist who was happy to scoff at the suburbs or small towns from my soapbox, but really I have nothing to back up that disdain other than the predictable urban arguments of connectivity, diversity, anonymity, great restaurants, thriving arts scene, walkability, access, general awesomeness. It’s almost too easy to love this place, isn’t it?
Here’s the caveat. To truly love someone you have to get to know them deeply, you have to learn about where they’ve come from. If you know someone a little bit you may know where they went to school or their job, if you know someone better you may know where they live and what they do with their spare time. But to really know someone you have to know their in-between stories; their experience as an awkward teenager, their weird cousin, their embarrassing story about almost getting arrested for doing donuts in a Scarborough parking lot at midnight. Y’know, the good stuff. I want to be able to back up my love of the city with the knowledge of it’s nooks and crannies.
The Hogtown Crier is my exploration of a Toronto that I think I know, but want to truly love. My hope is to find and share interesting snippets from the storied past of our city, to share history in a way that’s interesting to me in the hopes that it may interest you.