Do you ever drive by your childhood home to kindle some nostalgic embers?
What about old residence dorms? Summer camps? Or the first house you bought?
Well the other day as I was booting about town, I was shocked to see the first Toronto address I ever possessed was now reduced to rubble. It was 1988 when me and my buddies moved into 56 Berwick, fresh from university and ready to hit our first jobs. Continue reading “56 Berwick”