Happy pizza-and-crying day, dear reader. Here's some news that may or may not get you feeling frisky: job cuts at Woodbine Racetrack, a city councillor is taken to hospital, students need more friendly adults in their lives, and the City dumps one mound of snow too many on a resident's driveway.
Sure, Valentine’s Day is a crass, commercial, pseudo-holiday that purports to be centred around love while feeding our mindless desire to consume and while simultaneously making the greedy corporate tastemakers who convince us to continue our never-ending cycle of consumption even richer, but there are some sweet stories to come out of it. Like this one about Ontario’s longest-wed couple. Look how sweet they are.
It’s a somewhat less happy story, however, for the over 100 employees at Woodbine Racetrack whose jobs have been cut as a result of the government ditching the Slots at Racetracks program. It’s tough times for the horse racing industry, and if these trends continue, the day could come when the tracks will shut down altogether. And then where will you wear your cream-coloured seersucker suits and hats with fruit on them? Think about it.
Councillor Mike Del Grande (Ward 39, Scarborough-Agincourt) has been taken to the hospital, where he’ll likely be for a few days. There is no word yet on his ailment, but we wish him a speedy recovery.
The TDSB now has definitive proof of what countless high school dramas have hinted at for years: a good chunk of students don’t feel like they have an adult at school they can trust. Clearly those students never had a librarian who wore an “Instant Idiot: Just Add Beer” T-shirt to school (thanks, Mr. Dunlop). The findings are part of the board’s massive student census, which was released yesterday and will likely serve as fodder for stories for days to come. In response, the TDSB is asking teachers to reach out more to students, which they will presumably have to do during class time only.
If you have a driveway, you know how frustrating it can be to have to shovel again and again as City snowplows dump mounds of snow at the foot of it. And if you don’t have a driveway, you probably know how funny it can be watching someone have to shovel again and again. But there’s nothing funny about a man who got so many plow dumps it resulted in an icy, metre-high snow wall of terror. The City has since apologized to him and will be cleaning up the snowbank, which goes to show that a letter to a journalist can be much more valuable than a letter to a bureaucrat.