#normal Sunday in Toronto

[misshoneyimhome]

500 FOLLOWERS FESTIVAL

“You can rest your head on me, I don’t mind.” I Joseph Woll ✿

Requested: yes/no [I hope this is close to what you imagined bb]

Summary: From the moment Joseph Woll steps into the small café, everything shifts. Despite the shadows of your past, no one seems a better match than the goaltender in his shining hockey gear.

Tropes & warnings: no warnings, it's just pure fluff 😊✿ strangers to lovers, hesitant reader, adorable boyfriend!Joe x reader

Other notes: At our next stop for the Followers Festival, I'm thrilled to introduce Joseph Woll once more 🤗 He’s as charming as ever, and with his extension with the Leafs, he remains close to our hearts ❤️

Word count: 3.6K

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When you started your shift as nothing but a regular barista on this seemingly ordinary July morning, you had no idea what the day had in store for you. The air was already warm and slightly humid, typical for Toronto in midsummer, and the sun peeked through the buildings, casting a soft golden glow on the cobblestone streets. You took a deep breath, savouring the stillness of the early morning before the city fully awoke. Everything seemed perfectly normal.

You unlocked the doors of the small, cosy café, tucked away in one of the hidden corners of the city, its charm known only to locals and a few lucky tourists. The scent of freshly baked pastries from the bakery next door mingled with the aroma of coffee beans, creating a comforting atmosphere that always lifted your spirits. You spent the first hour preparing to open, moving through the familiar routine with practised ease. The rich, earthy scent of coffee filled the air as you ground the beans, the soft hiss of the espresso machine breaking the silence.

The café itself was a quaint little place, with mismatched furniture that somehow fit together perfectly. Vintage posters adorned the walls, and small potted plants added a touch of greenery. You arranged the pastries in the display case, making sure the croissants, muffins, and cookies looked enticing. You wiped down the tables, fluffed the cushions on the worn leather sofas, and set up the chalkboard sign outside, detailing the day's specials in your best attempt at fancy handwriting.

Despite the tranquillity of the café, your mind was a whirlwind. It was going to be a slow Sunday, just what you needed after the stressful week you had endured. The memories of several heated arguments with your now ex-boyfriend played on a loop in your head, as the fights had been intense, filled with hurtful words and accusations. Yet, the breakup, though painful, had brought a strange sense of relief. You were free from the constant tension, but the wounds were still fresh, and the loneliness was starting to creep in.

_

It had been everything you dreaded. The two of you had been together for three years, slowly growing older together. But you were both still very young, only 20 years old, just stepping into adulthood and trying to navigate the complexities that came with it.

You worked your part-time job at the café alongside your studies in English literature, as you had always been captivated by romance novels, losing yourself in stories of passionate love and soulmates. You dreamed of experiencing the kind of love that made your heart race and your breath catch. But your boyfriend—well, ex-boyfriend as of two days ago—was far from any of the book boyfriends you’d read about. He was sweet and kind, sure, and he treated you well enough and never harmed you. Yet, you never felt like you were truly in love, like how they described it in those books. You never had the flutter in your stomach or the difficulty in breathing just thinking of him. Your palms didn’t get sweaty, and your knees didn’t go weak. You could think perfectly logically, and you never longed for him when you were apart.

With your ex, you simply felt secure. It was as though you were fulfilling the norms and expectations of society by finding a partner to settle down with. Everything was planned. When you’d both finished your studies, you’d then move in together after finding secure jobs and a stable income. And then you’d prioritise building a family after your wedding. It was all mapped out.

But you couldn’t help but feel like it was all wrong. Over the years, he grew less sweet and kind, becoming more rude and cruel in the way he spoke to you. His once gentle words turned harsh, and his patience wore thin over the smallest things. You had never been an explorer in regards to sexual activity, yet he’d encouraged you to try things out with him. Though a part of you felt pressured, you went along with it, but you never truly experienced the wonderful high many women spoke of. It was more just him doing his thing while you followed along until he reached his release. It felt wrong. It was nothing like you imagined a romantic relationship should feel like. Nothing like the tales you read about.

As time went on, you grew more convinced that those stories were just that—stories. The passionate love, the soulmates, the fairy tale endings—they all seemed like fantasies, unattainable and unrealistic. Your relationship had become a checklist of societal expectations rather than a journey of love and discovery. Moreover, your boyfriend wasn’t as good a person as you’d thought all those years. And though the realisation was painful, it also brought a sense of clarity. You knew you couldn’t continue living a life that felt so hollow, so far removed from the dreams you once cherished.

And so, you made the difficult decision to end things. For the first time in a long while, you felt a glimmer of hope, a belief that perhaps, somewhere out there, the kind of love you had read about in your beloved romance novels could exist for you.

_

You took a moment for yourself, leaning against the counter and closing your eyes. The café was your sanctuary, a place where you could escape from the chaos of your personal life. Here, you could lose yourself in the rhythm of making coffee, the friendly chatter of regular customers, and the peaceful ambience. You embraced the day with a smile, determined to find solace in the simple joys of your job.

So, as you flipped the sign to "Open," you took another deep breath, ready to face whatever the day might bring. The familiar routine was comforting, and you hoped the slow yet steady stream of customers would help keep your mind off your troubles. Little did you know, this ordinary July morning was about to turn into something far from ordinary.

And his name was Joseph Woll.

You were wiping down the counter when the bell above the door chimed, announcing the arrival of a new customer. You looked up and were greeted by a tall figure stepping inside, shaking off the light drizzle that had just begun outside. At first, you didn’t recognise him. His scruffy beard was a departure from the clean-shaven look he sported in all the pictures and interviews you had seen. Yet, it added a rugged charm to his already handsome face. But then, his eyes—those dreamy, captivating eyes—met yours, and it hit you. Joseph Woll, the Toronto Maple Leafs goaltender, was standing right in front of you.

Joseph approached the counter with a relaxed smile, his presence bringing warmth to the otherwise dull day. "Good morning," he said, his voice soft yet confident. "Can I get a medium latte, please?"

You could hardly believe it. Here was a professional athlete, a local celebrity, standing in your little café. Yet, you managed to respond, though a bit shakily, "Of course, coming right up."

And as you began preparing his order, you couldn't help but steal glances at him. He was casually dressed in a hoodie and jeans, yet he carried himself with a relaxed elegance. You noticed how his eyes scanned the café, taking in the cosy decor, the mismatched furniture, and the aroma of freshly brewed coffee. And when his gaze then returned to you, there was a softness in his expression that made your heart skip a beat.

Joseph was an absolute sweetheart.

You felt his eyes linger on you a little longer than perhaps they should have, just like yours lingered on him. It was as if there was an inexplicable connection, a silent understanding that passed between you. Your cheeks warmed under his gaze, and you hoped he didn't notice the blush creeping up your neck.

You were almost unable to speak, yet you managed to say the simple words any barista would instinctively say to a customer. "Here you go, one medium latte." Your hands felt slightly shaky as you handed him the cup, but you managed to keep your composure.

Joseph took the coffee with a grateful nod. "Thanks," he said, his eyes twinkling.

As he turned to leave, you couldn't help but mentally facepalm yourself. What’s wrong with me? you muttered under your breath. It was the first time someone, let alone a stranger, had made you feel so weak in the knees, caused your heartbeat to quicken, and your lips to tingle.

You watched him walk out into the drizzle, the bell above the door chiming softly as he left. It was just a brief encounter, a one-off experience, and you knew you’d probably never see him again. Yet, you felt a thrill you hadn’t experienced in a long time—a flutter of excitement that lingered long after he was gone.

For the rest of your shift, you couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. Every time the door opened, you found yourself hoping it was him coming back - the memory of his kind eyes and warm smile stayed with you, a small beacon of light in an otherwise grey day. Even though you knew it was probably unlikely, you couldn’t help but feel a spark of hope. It was a sensation you’d thought was reserved for fairy tales, a feeling that maybe, just maybe, those romance stories you adored could hold a kernel of truth.

However, to your great surprise, the following Sunday, Joseph came back. It was the same early morning time, just as the sun was starting to break through the clouds and cast a soft light into the café. The shop was quiet, with only a few regulars occupying the cosy corners. When the door opened and the bell chimed, you looked up to see him standing there, a familiar, charming smile spreading across his face.

"Good morning," he greeted, his voice warm and friendly. "One medium latte, please,” he placed his order, and you noticed how his eyes seemed to light up when they met yours.

"Coming right up," you nodded, trying to keep your composure, but inside, your heart was racing. 

And as you prepared his drink, you couldn’t help but steal glances at him again, feeling that familiar flutter in your stomach. When you then handed him the latte, he thanked you with that same sweet smile before turning to leave. The bell chimed again as he exited, and you found yourself staring after him once more, a small, hopeful smile on your lips.

The next time you saw Joseph was on Wednesday evening, when you were working an extra shift to earn a bit more money during the summer. The café was busier this time, with a steady stream of customers keeping you on your toes. Yet, as you were in the middle of making a cappuccino, you saw him walk in again, causing your heart to skip a beat, and you had to remind yourself to breathe.

He waited patiently while you finished the order you were working on, and when it was his turn, you shared a silent moment of recognition. "Medium latte?" you asked, already knowing the answer.

"Yes, please," he replied with a chuckle, his eyes twinkling. 

And as you yet again prepared his drink, you felt his gaze on you, and you couldn’t help but look up. Your eyes met, and for a moment, it felt as though the rest of the world faded away. You then handed him his drink, and he offered a quiet thank you before turning to leave. Yet, just as he reached the door, he glanced back, catching you looking in his direction - causing you to quickly look away, feeling your cheeks flush.

"Shit…" you muttered to yourself, slightly embarrassed.

Over a week passed before you saw Joseph again, this time on a sunny Saturday afternoon. Most people were out enjoying the lovely weather, so the café was relatively quiet. And with only one other coworker busy chatting with a friend, you decided to pick up one of your favourite romance novels to pass the time.

You had no idea how long you had been absorbed in your book when a familiar, endearing voice suddenly broke into your dream world. "What are you reading?"

Startled, you looked up to see Joseph standing there, his handsome face alight with curiosity. "Oh, um… it’s just a silly romance… nothing special," you stammered, feeling a bit self-conscious.

"It must be pretty engaging if you were so absorbed," he chuckled. "I think I’ve been standing here for about ten minutes and you didn’t even notice me."

"Oh my god, I’m so sorry about that," you quickly apologised, feeling rather unprofessional.

But Joseph simply laughed, waving off your apology. "It’s fine. It was actually quite entertaining watching you read."

You felt your cheeks flush a little. "So… the usual?" you asked, trying to steer the conversation back to familiar ground.

"Yes, please. And maybe you could help me with something else…" he trailed off, a hint of mischief in his eyes.

"Sure, anything," you replied, curious.

"So, how many times do I have to come here and hope that you’re working before it doesn’t seem weird for me to ask for your name and number?" he asked, his tone playful yet sincere.

You found yourself gasping, completely caught off guard. "Well… um… maybe… this could be the final one?" you managed to say, a shy smile forming on your lips. “I’m y/n.” 

Joseph’s smile widened, and he handed you his phone. "Great. Here you go. I’m Joe by the way.” 

With trembling fingers, you then typed in your name and number, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. And as you handed his phone back, you couldn’t help but feel that this might be the beginning of something special, something that could finally make you believe in the kind of love you had always dreamed of.

_

Dating Joseph Woll turned out to be remarkably close to what you’d imagined from your romance novels, and it felt as though the universe had conspired to make your dreams come true. And with it being the hockey off-season, Joseph had plenty of time to spend with you, and he made every moment count.

Your early dates were a delightful blend of excitement and comfort. Joseph would pick you up with a thoughtful compliment and occasionally a bouquet of your favourite flowers. You visited cosy cafes, museums, explored Toronto’s hidden gems, and enjoyed long walks by the lake, where he’d hold your hand and listen intently to your stories and dreams.

One evening, he then surprised you with a picnic at a quiet spot in High Park. And as you sat together on a chequered blanket, sharing laughter and homemade sandwiches, you felt a deep sense of contentment. Joseph’s gentle, caring nature made you feel cherished in a way you’d never experienced before. His eyes often lingered on you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter, and every touch, every gentle kiss, felt like a promise of something beautiful and romantic.

Then during another one of your dates, you found yourself at a quaint bookstore. And as you browsed through the shelves, Joseph noticed you eyeing a romance novel. Quietly, while you were distracted, he decided to purchase it and later that evening, he presented it to you with a shy smile. "I thought you might enjoy this," he said, his eyes twinkling with delight. It was a small gesture, but it meant the world to you.

Except for one week when he had to go home to St. Louis, Joseph was always around. During that week, you missed him terribly, but he made sure the distance didn’t feel so great. You chatted or called every day, sharing the little details of your lives, your hopes, and your dreams. His voice over the phone was a comforting balm, and his laughter a melody that brightened your days. And as the days passed, you both exchanged pictures and videos, keeping the connection strong despite the miles between you.

And the week apart only strengthened your bond. When Joseph finally returned, he wrapped you in a tight embrace, lifting you off your feet as he whispered how much he had missed you. The separation had only made your hearts grow fonder, and you realised that this was the kind of love you had always dreamed of—a love that was patient, kind, and unwavering.

Joseph had a way of turning even the simplest moments into something magical. Whether you were cooking together, watching a movie, or simply enjoying a comfortable silence, he made you feel like the most important person in the world. His steadfast support and understanding helped you heal from the wounds of your past relationship, and for the first time in a long while, you felt genuinely happy. And as the summer days gave way to crisp autumn evenings, your relationship with Joseph only continued to flourish. 

_

However, as you and Joseph grew closer, he began to notice the subtle signs of your hesitation. Despite the kisses and intimate moments you shared, he observed how you occasionally tensed up or hesitated before fully relaxing into his embrace. There were times when, while wrapped in each other's arms, he could sense a flicker of uncertainty in your eyes or a momentary withdrawal in your touch. It was as if you were constantly bracing yourself, hesitant to fully surrender to the emotions you were feeling.

So, Joseph chose to approach you with a gentle patience that he didn’t mind at all. His priority was to make you feel completely at ease with him. He focused on ensuring that every touch was tender, every word was kind, and he never pressured you into anything more than you were ready to give. He believed in creating a space where you felt safe and cherished. Every date, every conversation, and every shared moment was filled with understanding and care. He became attuned to your needs, ensuring that his actions and words always conveyed his respect for your boundaries.

But one evening, as autumn shadows began to lengthen and the first hints of a chilly breeze crept through the open windows, something felt off. It might have been the stress of the new hockey season starting or perhaps the quiet, introspective mood you’d been in all night. Joseph couldn’t quite pinpoint the source of your discomfort, but he could sense that something was troubling you. 

So, as you both sat on the couch, the soft glow of the TV casting a gentle light over the room, he turned to you. His expression was serious yet full of concern.

“You can rest your head on me, love, I don’t mind,” he said softly, his voice laced with genuine care. “Or if you need to cry or just need a moment to relax. I don't care. I just want you to feel comfortable and happy with me.”

His words cut through the fog of your thoughts, and you felt a pang in your chest. It was clear that Joseph was offering you an emotional sanctuary, and you knew it was time to open up. You took a deep breath, feeling the warmth and reassurance of his embrace, and finally allowed yourself to lean into him.

“I’ve been cautious about fully committing because of a bad relationship I had before,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “Not that I think you’re anything like that. On the contrary, you’re so perfect that I’m scared of making a mistake.”

Joseph listened attentively, his hand gently stroking your back as you spoke. When you finished, he pulled back slightly to look into your eyes, his expression a blend of warmth and understanding.

“You don’t have to worry about making mistakes, Y/N,” he said softly. “I want you just the way you are—past relationships and all.”

You exhaled slowly, feeling a mix of relief and vulnerability. “But why? Why are you so patient with me?”

The tenderness in his gaze was unmistakable, and his smile was both gentle and reassuring. “I get it now,” he said quietly, “you’ve never been in love before.”

“What do you mean?” you asked, confusion knitting your brows together.

“Y/N, you could never do anything wrong with me. I am so in love with you that it doesn’t matter what you say or do, as long as it’s not that you don’t want to be with me. All I want is to be with you, to see you happy. And when you’re ready, I’d love to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You couldn’t help but feel your heart sink as you took in the moment. Here was the sweetest man you’d ever known, and he was with you. The realisation of his unwavering support and love brought tears to your eyes.

“I think… I think I’m in love with you too, Joe,” you whispered, your voice breaking. “You make me feel all those wonderful, amazing, mind-blowing, and indescribable things that no one else ever has.”

Joseph’s smile widened, his eyes shimmering with joy. He pulled you closer, his lips gently brushing your forehead. “That’s all I ever wanted to hear,” he murmured. “I promise to always be here for you, to make you feel loved and cherished every single day.”

And as you nestled into his embrace, a profound sense of peace washed over you. For the first time, you let yourself fully believe in the love you had always dreamed of, knowing that with Joseph, it was not just a dream, but a beautiful reality.

[bitchinbarzal]

the start of mom & willy

willy never knew much about his neighbours. he’d taken over the lease for the apartment from Kasperi when he left Toronto.

He’d met them in passing in the hallway before, a young couple who seemed to be so incredibly in love. Roman and Y/N.

They’d dropped off cookies at Christmas and the girl, y/n had spoken to William a few times once he’d told her he was Swedish she offered to check on his apartment during the time he went home, watch the dogs. She was sweet and William was glad his neighbours didn’t expose him online.

He typically saw her in the elevator on a Sunday morning collecting her morning coffee. Will felt a little sad he didn’t see her smiling face when he went to walk the dogs on Sunday.

William didn’t see her for the next days following.

That was until Wednesday night, he had no game that night and was sat binging some tv show with his dog by his side.

Then the doorbell rang, he frowned not expecting company. Opening the door to find his neighbour, the usually smiley and happy girl now the shell of that person, with tear stained cheeks, a quivering lip and watery eyes.

William looked down at the plate in her hand — Spaghetti.

“Hey, um what are you—“

“Roman’s dead” she sobbed.

William didn’t know what to do, pulling the plate out of her hands and onto the sideboard before pulling her into his hold. The girl sobbed and grasped onto his hoodie.

“Shhh, it’s ok- well no it’s not ok but you’re safe. You’re safe with me”

He brought her in, holding her on his couch and they ate the spaghetti which she brought over after making the normal amount and then getting upset knowing he wasn’t here any longer to eat it with her.

“My heart hurts so much William”

“Your heart’s going to heal, y/n I promise”

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

JOHN HUNTER EDMONDS, son of John Edmonds, of 165 Roxborough street west, has been left the medals and the larger portion of the estate of some $1.79 of his grandfather, the late Brig.-General Thomas Hunter, on condition that he remains a good boy. The will reads that should he be lending a reckless life when he attains his majority the payment may be deferred until he reaches the age of thirty. The little lad in ten years old. “BIG LEGACY DEPENDS ON BOY'S BEHAVIOR,” Toronto Star. April 23, 1921. Page 2. ---- Ten-Year-Old John Hunter Edmonds Is Heir to $43,000, But- ---- If little ten-year-old John Hunter Edmonds, of 145 Roxboro street west, fails to behave for the next eleven years, he will have to be patient for another term of ten years before be will receive a legacy of nearly $43.000. It was stipulated in the will of his grandfather, Thomas Hunter, contractor and a former brigadier general in the confederate army, who died on February 18th, and left the legacy to him, that if the boy haves until he is twenty-one, the money will be paid to him then otherwise, the payment will be deferred until he is thirty. 

In the meantime, the boy, who does not know that he is that he is the heir to a large sum, is ‘just boy” very fond of all kinds of sport. His chief interests in life are his games and his ambitions are confined to the ambitions of a ten-year-old boy: to be a professional ball player, street car car conductor, or a locomotive engineer. 

To ask a boy of ten years to ‘behave’ steadily and consistently for a period of eleven years is a rather large order. The boy's father. M John Edmonds, of the Christie Brown Company, Limited, explains to The Star this morning that he thought the chief item which would come under the heading of a reckless life would be liquor, which will likely be a very scarce luxury, eleven year from now.

"He is just an ordinary normal, healthy, ten-year-old boy. Edmonds. "He attends the Brown school and goes to Sunday school regularly. I am doing my best keep the news about the news from him. because I want him to make his own way until he is old enough to get the money. I think it would be take to let him know that he wi have an much money, when he is twenty-one. 

"When he is old enough I was he is old enough to go to university and make up a profession. His older brother, William, is attending the medical college now. John is certainly not doing anything that could be described a a reckless life now, and I don't he ever will. That is if I have an thing to do with his training, which I certainly have. His grandfather was very fond of him.”

And so John Hunter Emonds prospects of receiving the when he becomes of age are ever-rosy. The decision of whether he is behaved, when he is twenty-one, rests with the Toronto General Tire Company, which is the executor the estate.

[strongbrew-hamstery]

Snuggles last night with the #HamstersOfTheCaribbean! Of course mother (Marvel) was pretty okay with the free babysitting. The boys move out soon anyways and while I'm hoping Marvel might tolerate the girls for a little while longer we shall see!

It has admittedly been a bit slow getting adopters for these guys, but we are chugging along. This weekend will be our last big crazy busy adventure and I have been getting ready and preparing for it!

Alongside all that, we have had some friends head back home and come back here. Kobe, Niky and Biscuit left last weekend. Early last week, Piña and Rey moved back in, and so did Sunday Roast!

This weekend we have six hamsters landing in Toronto on Saturday. Two of those will drive down to the USA with me when I go for our round trip to PA. Then six more hamsters come back to Canada with me! So a net total of 10 new friends 🙃😂 thankfully of those hams only four will stay here at SBH, and three will leave quickly to their new homes. Three more will hang out at SBH for just a little while longer until I can get them to their new homes.

All in all it's still a busy time, but I've been trying to catch up on emails as much as possible. I also have more good news to share soon that I can't wait to talk about, and, fingers crossed, even more good news after this weekend.

Life is crazy, but the crazy is good. I do look forward to getting back into our normal routine (yesterday was a 7am-8pm kinds work day 😅) so I can stop profusely apologizing for how slow I am with emails. The patience really is appreciated though, especially given all our life events! Have a great Thursday!

[socaprince]

SOCA THERAPY - JUNE 30, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday June 30th 2024 

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Homesick (Dr. Jay Plate) - Ricardo Drue

How Ah Living - Farmer Nappy

DNA (DJ Kevin Festival Intro Edit) - Mical Teja

Play Mas - Teddyson x Lyrikal

Angel - Imani Ray

Let's Go Party - Problem Child

Slip In - Geo

Bounce Like Ball - Klassik Frescobar x DJ Prime

Party In The Road - Skinny Fabulous

Eating Cat (Meow Meow Meow) [CLEAN] - Suhrawh & Rawsheid

Ah Like Cat - Mr Killa

Coal Pot - Traffik

Till Morning - Rupee

Wha Yuh Want - Destra

Don't Stop It - Burning Flames

Mi Amor - Troots N Ice

Aye Aye Aye (Road Mix) - Square One feat Alison Hinds

I Like Dat - Hypasounds

Looking Good - Ian Webster

Crankment Soca - Peter Ram

Question Of De Year - Coopa Dan

Born Wit It - Alison Hinds

Feeling Irie - Arthur Allain

Party Nice - Teddyson John

Man With Ride (Big Ride) - Motto x Blackboy x Ezra

Mix Up - Sly

Touch Pon Di Floor - Blackboy

Gym Exercise - Blackboy

De Other Way Around - Bobo x Krome

Baguy - Umpa

Patap - VTB

Anything Goes - Kelly B

Jamming Practice - Krosfyah

Distraction - Rae

Slow Wine - Rae

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source

Top Soca Songs in St. Lucia on Apple Music - Limited to songs by Lucian Artists

7. Clock Out - Imran Nerdy

6. Sélibwé (Roadmix) - Ezra D'Fun Machine

5. Balance - Imran Nerdy x Ricky T

4. Start D Party - Imran Nerdy

3. Beyoutiful - Ezra D'Fun Machine x Tori Elle

2. Just Your Turn - Ricky T

1. Flowers (Clean) - Shemmy J

Runaway - Mical Teja

Penthouse (D Ninja Edit) - Voice

Lorraine - Explainer

Fix It Up - Carl & Carol Jacobs

In The Center - GBM Nutron x Farmer Nappy

Let's Pretend - Patrice Roberts

Obsession - Mikey Mercer

Love Ah De Music (DOC & JES Anthem Edit) - Kes

Cyah Shut Down - Erphaan Alves

Pelting Waist - Preedy

The A List - Pumpa

Holiday (Clean) - Problem Child

PAN MOMENTS

Ganges & The Nile (Cover) - Joshua Regrello

TANTY TUNE 

(1980) Hot Soca - Ed Watson & The Brass Circle

Jam in Brooklyn - Ed Watson & The Brass Circle

Borokeete - The Mighty Swallow

Ah Feel To Party Tonight - Winston Soso

Total Dis-Order - The Mighty Duke

Happy - Massive Shandileer

Janice - Cravat

Not Me Is The Music - Tambu

Short Pants - Chinese Laundry

Round & Rosie - Nailah Blackman

Work It - Tian Winter

Riot - Trinidad Killa

Last One Standing - Ricardo Drue & D.w.O

Instruction Time - The Fatha x Klassik Frescobar x Wildfire

Whistle While You Work - Triple Kay

BOTS (Battle Of The Sexes) - Problem Child

Next # In Line (Clean) - Added Rankin

Blessed - Kennie Montana

Carnival Jumbie - Problem Child

Carnival Jumbie (Dr. Jay Plate) - Problem Child

WDS - Aidol

Start - Dat-C-DQ x Skinny Fabulous

What They Want - Dat-C DQ

IDGAF - Lil Kerry

Nasty Up - Problem Child

Normal (Dr. Jay Plate) - Wetty Beatz

Rukshun (Dr. Jay Plate) - Lyrikal

Soca Therapy - Lil Rick x King Bubba

Anxiety - Patrice Roberts

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION

Simple Things - KI 

Feel The Love - Freetown Collective x DJ Private Ryan

Blessed Day - Lyrikal

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Ontario Cold Cases - The Podcast, coming this Sunday, April 7th Eric Lar...

S2-EP14 Eric Larsfolk & John McCormick Jr. (Trailer)

Hello, I’m Jay Nicoll of Nicoll Investigations and I’m here to tell you about our next episode of Ontario Cold Cases - The Podcast, coming this Sunday, April 7th on the disappearance of Eric Larsfolk and John McCormick Jr.

It was a warm, cloudy evening the night of August 24, 1981. Eric’s father watched from a chair on the front porch of their new home on Horseshoe Hill Road as his 14-year-old son Eric rode his bicycle down the dusty driveway heading for the McCormick farm a half-kilometre up Horseshoe Hill Road.

It seemed normal, he said of Eric not being home when night fell, figuring he was watching television at the McCormick’s residence.

Eric Larsfolk and John McCormick Jr. were last seen on the McCormick family farm on Horseshoe Hill Road driving a field car on August 24, 1981. They haven't been seen or heard from since.

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[pastortomsteers]

Palm Sunday March 24, 2024 Pastor Tom Steers Christ the Saviour Lutheran Church, Toronto

OPENING HYMNN:  442  “All Glory, Laud, and Honour”

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9xAH7732uhw

Lutheran Service Book

Confession and Absolution    Page 184-185

Introit

Psalm 24, verses 7-10

7 Lift up your heads, O gates!     And be lifted up, O ancient doors,     that the King of glory may come in. 8 Who is this King of glory?     The Lord, strong and mighty,     the Lord, mighty in battle! 9 Lift up your heads, O gates!     And lift them up, O ancient doors,     that the King of glory may come in. 10 Who is this King of glory?     The Lord of hosts,     he is the King of glory! 

The Kyrie (Lord Have Mercy)

Lord Have mercy upon us. Christ have mercy upon us. Lord Have mercy upon us.

Collect Prayer: Almighty and everlasting God, You sent Your Son, our Savior Jesus Christ, to take upon Himself our flesh and to suffer death upon the cross. Mercifully grant that we may follow the example of His great humility and patience and be made partakers of His resurrection; through the same Jesus Christ, our Lord, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, now and forever. Amen.

Our Bible Readings:

First Reading  Zechariah 9:9-12                                                                                                                               Psalm 118, verses 19-29                                                                                                                             Epistle Reading  Philippians 2:5-11 

Our Gospel Reading           John 12:12-19

The Apostles’ Creed           Page 192 

HYMN OF THE DAY  443    “Hosanna, Loud Hosanna”

                                                                                                                               THE SERMON –

On a Sunday a little more than 2,000 years ago, the Holy City of Jerusalem was in an uproar.

It was the Feast of Passover.

People had come from all over Israel to be there.

The population of Jerusalem would swell to about seven times its normal size.

Families were busy going to the temple to pray.

A Passover meal was being prepared.

And a perfect lamb, or as perfect as one could afford, would be bought.

But something was very different about this Passover.

For years, there had been word about a travelling Rabi, or teacher, who could perform miracles.

Recently, just days before this, Jesus of Nazareth had raised a man from the dead.

And people from Jerusalem knew about it.

It had taken place in Bethany, about 3 kilometres away.

The Jerusalem crowds were ecstatic.

Not only was this miracle worker headed to the Holy city, but He could be the long-awaited Messiah who would save them as a people.

Save them from the hated Romans who’d oppressed them, at times cruelly.                                                                  

They wanted a worldly Jewish king to free them from their political bondage to Rome.

And what better time than Passover to wave the Romans good-bye.

So, when people come running to say this prophet is about to enter town, people pour into the streets.

They take palm branches, a traditional way of welcoming royalty, and as He approaches, they shout, ‘Hosanna, Hosanna to the Highest, Hosanna to the Son of David, Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!’

This word, Hosanna, is one we read in the Bible and sing in hymns.

We have a sense of what it means, but I want to speak about what they meant by saying it.

We know the New Testament was first written in Greek, and the Old Testament in Hebrew.

Our English word "Hosanna" comes from the Hebrew: hoshiyana.

And that Hebrew phrase is found in only one place in the Old Testament, Psalm 118, verse 25, where it means, "Save, please!"

It’s a cry to God for help.

Like when someone pushes you into water before you can swim, and you come up hollering: "Help, save me.”

But something happened to that phrase, hoshiyana.

The meaning changed over time.

In the psalm it was immediately followed by an exclamation: “Blessed is he who comes in the name of the Lord!"

So, over the centuries hoshiyana stopped being a cry for help.

Instead, it became a shout of hope and joy.

It originally meant, "Save, please!"

But gradually came to mean, "Salvation! Salvation has come!"

It’s the bubbling over of a heart that sees hope and deliverance on the way and can't keep that joy in.

Yet as the man they’ve heard so much about approaches, the perceptive begin to notice something.

He’s not coming in with an army, but with common people, with His poor disciples surrounding Him.

He’s not riding a strong, military horse, but on a donkey’s colt, and it’s not even His own, He borrowed it.

The King comes to Jerusalem to receive His Kingdom.

The irony is that although Christ is the Messiah, the King of Kings, God in human flesh, He comes not in an overbearing presence, but in humility. 

The prophet Zechariah wrote this King, would come to His people in just this way, riding a donkey – a humble, working animal. 

If it hadn’t been predicted beforehand, the people might have had an excuse for rejecting Him. 

For not being able to recognize the true King, the Messiah, God’s only Son, when He made His entry into Jerusalem in such meekness.

Christ didn’t come as a worldly conqueror.

He came as a humble servant. 

He looked like a beggar, not a King.

So, God gave them Zechariah, and that prophet’s warning that this would happen.

Today, in our world, we also have God’s Word, and an opportunity to read, hear, and believe that the Saviour has come – for us.

We, and all on earth, need to be concerned that we don’t miss Him.

Because missing, or rejecting Him, has eternal consequences.

Today, Christ comes humbly again through His Word and Sacraments found in His Church.

He still doesn’t come as an earthly King.

His message is against the usual things of the world – money, power, the pride of human reason.

The all-powerful King still comes in gentleness, in humble earthly elements, the water of Baptism, the bread and wine of the Lord’s Supper that joins us to His body, and to one another.

And since He still comes in such a humble way, many refuse to receive Him. 

Because He doesn’t present Himself in the way they think He should. 

They want earthly glory, worldly success, and all its trappings.

Or perhaps they desire mystical visions, and ecstatic experiences, that will elevate them above their sins.

The humble Saviour, came down to earth, and took on human flesh.

He spent His time reaching out to the poor in spirit, the ill, the broken hearted, and was determined to return to the Holy City.

He would make the one sacrifice for sin to end all sacrifices.

To atone for the sins of the world.

He made that sacrifice at the end of Passover week.

It was Himself, on a cross, for us.

It’s a part of our broken humanity that we often yearn for earthly glory, and if not for ourselves, certainly for those we’d follow. 

As fallen beings we’re not comfortable in having a Saviour who redeems us through suffering, and a cross. 

Our old Adam would rather have experiences that inspire so we feel enriched.

Seeing our Saviour in humility brings home the message, that we could not save ourselves.

That is the great insight of the Lutheran Reformation.

We hold fast to the words of the Bible that only Christ could save us, only He was perfect – we contribute nothing to the sacrifice of the cross.

We confess that faith itself is God’s freely offered gift, as is salvation.

When we look at the Palm Sunday procession, the crowds and their expectations, we remember something.

Many in this crowd who cheer Hosanna, will jeer and yell “crucify” only days later.

It is the human condition – we’re trapped in sin, yet have hope of salvation.

Christ doesn’t come to bring us an earthly kingdom defined by prosperity.

The kingdom Jesus wants us to inherit is the Kingdom of God. 

He doesn’t come to offer riches in a fleeting world that turn to dust in our hands. 

He offers eternal life.

And in order for us to receive this spiritual Kingdom, Christ had to suffer for it. 

He came to Jerusalem on Passover so He could be the Lamb without blemish, the Lamb of God.

He came to be the sacrifice that sets us free, and makes eternal death pass us by. 

The punishment we so richly deserve could only miss us if it came upon someone else. 

The high King sacrificed Himself.

And in doing so, He conquered not earthly kingdoms, but death itself.

In this world we are poor, lost sinners.

But through the blood of Christ, and by faith in Him alone, we are forgiven and destined for Heaven.

In that eternal kingdom we can one day say, and truly mean: “Hosanna, blessed is He who came to win us salvation.”

To Him alone be all glory, honour, and praise.

Amen.                                                                                                                                                                                  

PRAYERS OF THE CHURCH

SERVICE OF THE SACRAMENT  Page 194

THE LORD’S PRAYER              Page 196

AGNUS DEI (Lamb of God)     Hymn 962

THE DISTRIBUTION

Post-Communion Collect  (Left-hand column)   Page 201  

CLOSING HYMN:  441   “Ride On, Ride On in Majesty”      

[teledyn]

Ten years ago, Toronto officially declared its intention to become a world-leading Music City, partnering with Austin, Texas. Since then, the City of Toronto has conducted a number of noise bylaw reviews. Currently, without a special permit, outdoor amplified sound is legally limited to 70 decibels, which is the equivalent of light traffic noise or normal conversation levels. In September the City held open consultations about “amplified sound” to consider changes to the bylaw. We need to make sure the City also hears from us!

Currently, with a special permit, the noise limit is 85 decibels, which is equivalent to the sound of a busy indoor restaurant. The city is reviewing the effectiveness of their current decibel limits, and their approach to enforcing amplified sound. They are considering strengthening noise enforcement as well as strategies for proactively reducing noise issues. Most forms of live music are between 100 and 120 decibels. Buskers and live music venues have to apply for a special license to have the right to perform live music.

There is a committee of citizens aiming to reduce the decibel limit even further, and to increase fines for amplified sound, including the noise of people standing in line outside a bar or nightclub. They are very organized. This will directly impact us, and everyone who lives for a vibrant, live music city.

We have until Sunday October 15th to email the city and let them know what you think about outdoor music in our city. Let’s make sure they hear from us too! Please send them an email to mlsfeedback@toronto.ca

Sources:

https://www.soundsofthecity.ca/

https://www.toronto.ca/legdocs/mmis/2016/ma/bgrd/backgroundfile-92019.pdf

https://www.toronto.ca/community-people/get-involved/public-consultations/noise-bylaw-implementation-review/

https://www.toronto.ca/legdocs/municode/1184_591.pdf

https://www.torontonoisecoalition.ca/tnc-7-point-proposal

— Originally posted on Instagram by @dromtaberna —

[sonyadance]

Travels and Dancing 19

Back to our scheduled program. No seriously, I need to write more of these: maybe every six months? I’ve been slacking. In my defense, life has been crazy. Is it ever not though?

The last Travels and dancing was a short list of what I could express after the year I had gone through. I was in an emotionally abusive relationship. Obviously, I didn’t realize it while I was in it. In fact, when I met him, I thought I’ve never felt so respected and safe and I felt like I could be myself. How could that go wrong? Well… we met in Mexico. He was on vacations, and I was there to stay for a while. We had a good time and I thought nothing more of it. Then he called me to know if I wanted to come to Toronto to see him and see if it could develop into something beautiful. I thought about it for a month and a half (which is really long for my normal speed), and then I said yes. I sent most of my stuff with a stranger back to my parent’s place because it felt too much of a commitment to get to his place with my house in my luggage. He told me I should have brought it all. He welcomed me with open arms. He asked me if I wanted to have kids. We went to Montreal to get all my stuff. We moved in, and then… and then, I don’t know. I’m still confused about the whole thing. I know why I stayed: I’m secretly petrified that I’m a bad person (and that I resemble my mom in certain unhealthy aspects), so when the small comments started, I thought: Of course! I’m not perfect. If I was, the relationship would work. I need to work on myself more. I started going to therapy with the premise that he was amazing and I was broken. And it continued until I was only a shred of the person I used to be. I thought dance left me. I thought nothing was possible anymore. And then I found out some… things (and I’ll assure you, what you’re thinking was there -talks of other women-, but that was the least bad of the whole thing). I panicked. It jerked me out of my trance, I called my father and he left at 5am from Montreal on a Sunday to drive all the way to Toronto to pick me up and my stuff and be gone before my partner would come back. That’s all I’ll say about this for now.

Then I got to Montreal and my body started acting up. I was sick, not feeling well emotionally and physically, but at the same time, I had a feeling of freedom and that I could do anything, dance was coming back, all I thought was, wasn’t true. I finished schoolwork for the year in a week and went on a high trying to reorganize my life, find an apartment and much more. My body didn’t like it. I started doing medical tests and then I left for contracts I already had booked, which are really important for me to honor.

BTO Open was the beginning of me seeing the contrast in my real world from what I had been living in for a year: people appreciated me, were nice and full of love, I wasn’t a piece of shit. Wow. I had an amazing time teaching my intensive about mental preparation for competition, dancing with everybody, chatting, competing in JnJ and Strictly (which I thought I wasn’t going to do because I felt at 10% and someone told me: even at 10% I’d like to see you dance). I had amazing dances and placements, which I normally don’t care so much about, but I needed it as I was in the first stages of putting the pieces of myself back together. And of course, spending time with Nelson as we could through the event to create a short, fun routine for the Saturday night show. I needed that. The fun, the camaraderie, the expression, firing up some creativity. Thank you to everybody that was around for the weekend.

Then I drove all the way to Toronto with some good friends so I could catch an early morning flight to Victoria where I was teaching for a week. I got there and felt really tired. Oh well, it’s pretty normal before an event. I thought two full days of privates and I crashed. I was supposed to go skiing and I had to cancel last minute. I tried to handle myself, but it was really bad and I ended up in the hospital (which, if you know me, I don’t go to). I was petrified that I caught something and was going to make everybody sick, but nobody got sick. It was really my body. I managed to teach all my Saturday workshops, they asked me if I wanted to cancel, but I had to do it, for my mental health. I postponed my departure, finished teaching some privates, got a bit better and I left on a cross-country trip to bring my car and my things back to Québec. Oh yeah, I think I skipped that story. In the fall, I was visiting my best friend who had moved to BC, my partner was supposed to join me there. He postponed because of some work things, then called to say he wanted to break up, had packed all my stuff and where did I want him to send it. So I was stranded in BC with only my carry-on, I freaked out, he changed his mind and came back, said he loved me, I decided to keep trying, but I didn’t want to go back to Toronto because I needed to have some self-respect through it all (should have had more). I had a little bit of money aside that I had been piling up for years in the hopes to have a cash down for a house and as things were going, I realized that I was never going to achieve that with the meagre amount I had, so I decided to buy a used car, built something to sleep in it and go explore Victoria and the community there. I’m skipping a lot of details, but that’s basically why I was retrieving my car to now go settle back in Québec.

I took the ferry to the mainland, discovered how much I love to drive just for the sake of having time in my head: nobody to talk too, no internet, no distractions. I went all the way to Castlegar where my friend lives and visited for a few days to spend time with her and the kids. They are amazing, a beautiful family and it was really interesting to see how their personalities had change even from the fall to the spring. My friend and her husband have been there for me since the fall and the mess in my relationship and I hope they know how much it was appreciated and essential to have a safe haven were I could catch my breath for a while.

Driving through Banff, I got to Calgary Dance Stampede. I haven’t done many country events before, but I will say: I loved it! I found everybody nice and relatable, and I absolutely loved doing the Invitational JnJ which I learned was five dances to be determined on the spot… with a twist. So 2m before going on stage, I asked Marc Davidson if he could give me a run down of the rhythms and specificity. It went a bit like this: cha-cha it’s the same, two-step obvisously slowslowquickquickslow…, waltz you know, wcs ok, polka chasse up chasse up – no up on turns, east coast ok… anyway, it went beautifully. I got to my first partner, whom I’d obviously never danced with, and they called a waltz. Perfect, I got this… without touching each other. I had a long sleeve jacket still on: I took it off, put it around my shoulders and had my partner hold the sleeves. We did a beautiful waltz across the floor which some people called cheating, I just called it smart. Then it was a chacha. Ok… with crazy rhythms change throughout. A dance, which I don’t even remember the name, that is not even part of the 8… everybody looked a bit silly on this one, so perfect for my skill level. Then came the line dance. A 64 counts line dance with two walls that we had to learn on the spot and then face the leaders to create this cool effect. Things were going fairly well, they had said we had to do the whole things twice, so after that, the lady called out: Do whatever you want! Which she said because half the people were messing up the steps, but I took as a call to… do whatever I wanted. I ended spinning on my butt and crawling on the floor with some hair flip and John Lindo walking over me. I think that’s what did it. We ended up with a polka/wcs. I got 5th place for the follows and I’m actually really proud of it even if nobody cared about the placements. 😊 After more teaching, judging, dancing, hanging out with the staff, I left early Monday morning to continue my road east.

I somehow miscalculated the number of days I had to get to my next gig in Toronto and thought I had to drive 12h/day. I did that the first day. No. Just no. Not fun. I crashed when I got to my hotel and thanked the lady who made me a salad even if the restaurant was closed because she saw how weary I was. The next day I drove 10 hours, which is more human, but still not super fun, only to realize I had one more day than I thought to get to my destination. I did 7 hours, which was smooth in comparison and then 5 hours the next day. 5 hours is ideal if you are on a road trip: you actually have time to enjoy, smell the roses and get to destination. I finally made it to Toronto where I was welcomed as my home, met with some of the best people in town, taught a workshop and privates, danced and left for the last leg of the trip.

I was so happy to make it to Montreal, to my parent’s place. At first, I was really adamant in finding an apartment for my return and make sure I had a home, but being able to stay with my family for a while really saved my ass in all the ways possible. I got settles into the room they had emptied and prepared for me, and again, I felt a surge of love I haven’t felt before. I think there were always a lot of people who loved me around, and I knew it, but I didn’t properly feel it. After that relationship, the contrast is so stark, that there is no other option than to feel it! I have to admit, the rest of the return to Québec wasn’t smooth at all: I received a bill from the Victoria hospital that I had to pay and supposedly get reimburse by Québec (they paid a 1/6 of it…), I learned that my car had to get inspected to change province and started an epic run around to get all things done to stop paying the 256$/month insurance associated with the BC car insurance system, it ended up costing me 3000$ for unuseful things, more organizational and financial stuff came up, and my body crashed completely. I think it knew I was done with my main contracts and I had a break. I ended up on a list for surgery, needing to cancel a month of work, only to get a call three days before telling me they had to postpone to next month. I still haven’t done the surgery. I think I’ll ride it out as long as possible: I don’t see an option were I can cancel another month of work in the near future.

Change of topic to brighter things. I had an amazing weekend with Flore that we organized at a big chalet in Québec, only for women. It was a soft, touching, slow paced weekend, where beautiful connections were made. I then flew to Arizona to coach one of my student, I had been coaching online for months, but had never met in person! It was a beautiful weekend, with a workshop, lots of privates, walks in the park, ended up in the first pride parade of Tempe, a nice game night and a visit to the desert botanical garden. I started coaching again in Montreal, choreographing for people, and then I got to Liberty. Honestly, preparing for the opening ceremony with all my peers, I hadn’t seen in ages, was probably the highlight of my weekend! I had a blast being there, seeing everybody, dancing, judging, teaching privates, walking around the area and competing. Strictly was on Friday and although we didn’t make it to finals, I was really happy with how we presented ourselves. By Sunday, when JnJ was, I was completely exhausted… I hadn’t recuperated yet from all the health stuff and I got carried away with wanting to social dance and be out and about all weekend. So yeah, JnJ was pretty horrendous from my part. Life happens. 😉

I went to TOSHC in Toronto for the first time. It feels so good to be at a hometown event. I also love the crossover events where you get to meet new people and mingle and exchange with pros from another genre. The hustle room was awesome, the west coast swing vibes were impeccable, and the Invitational was… insane! I’m not sure how many dances total ended up in there: it was initially supposed to be hustle and wcs, but there was salsa, chacha, twostep, balboa, lindy, rumba, and more! And let’s not forget the all-skate where things went sideways in the best way possible and where Stephen and I did an impromptu lift, I wish we had on camera!

Rock the barn came with its midnight sun, beautiful people and fresh air. As always, it’s my favorite event of the year. It’s the mix of dancing outside (well, in open air barns), eating delicious meals at the cafeteria with everybody, teaching tons of lessons, having heated technical discussions with the staff in our little house, dancing with everybody, feeling relaxed even if I work the most of all year, the pre-event barbecue, the tent crawl… this event has personality. I got to share it with one of my favorite person this year: Nelson Clarke. And last, but definitely not least, I dared to teach a concept I had been wanting to teach in wcs since I started osteopathy but didn’t know if people were actually going to be receptive. And omg they were! I had a whole class of advanced and AS touching each other’s forearm for about 45m and everybody loved it. Some even said it was the best AS class they had done. The concept I talked about is so important in how you approach your partner and to make sure you get the best response out of your partner: them feeling relaxed, free in their body and trusting. I taught it twice now (the second time not to a wcs crowd) and it needs to be an intensive. I think 4h would be ideal to start and get a good feel for it… anyway, more on that in another blog. Feel free to contact me if you want more info and for me to come teach it in your city. 😉

I came back to Montreal, went and stayed with my grandmother since she just got surgery, and it was really a blast: I hadn’t spent time face to face with her since Covid… wow. I taught a workshop, privates, packed my bags and left for a magical road trip. A student from Toronto met me in Montreal and we drove to Halifax stopping by an auberge by the water I had been wanting to visit for years. It was the perfect set up and felt really peaceful. We then stopped in Moncton, and I found this beautiful cycling trail by the water, so I woke up early before the end of the drive to get a move on. I am so thankful for my student who found this bicycle rack for me and allowed me to spend time on the best cycling trails on the east coast. I had the most magical welcome in Halifax, in a beautiful home, by beautiful humans, who even went online to find vegan recipes and food they could cook for me. It was so good, and I was so full by the end of the weekend! We had a beautiful Friday dance by the waterfront, and I put my eyes on an island I wanted to go visit. Saturday were the workshops and teacher’s training, then dinner with the collective. Sunday morning, a group of people came with me to George’s island and we had beautiful weather for the dancing barbecue in the afternoon. I even found time to go to two pole class during the weekend in between all the activities, the workshops and the privates.

I decided to go to Prince-Edward-Island since I had already crossed most of the provinces by car this year. The only one I’m missing is Newfoundland. I tried to make it work, but it was too much of a detour. One ferry over, a detour to visit Charlottetown and I got to Stanhope for cold beach time, some car camping, improvised folk songs at the campground, a peaceful bike ride by the ocean, and… my first fire! Almost… I had to go ask a park ranger to help me. I felt a bit ashamed to ask, but they told me people asked all the time. Turns out, everything was really wet and even the ranger’s skills weren’t enough to make the fire go. We fortunately got rescued by a neighbor, his axe and hand sanitizer. That’s the cheat code! In the morning, after getting poured on all night, I felt like I had to leave in a hurry. I drove and crossed the confederation bridge, and they closed it soon after because of wind gusts and heavy rain. Oufff… saved by intuition. I drove through New Brunswick, visited the giant lobster and started looking for a coffee shop as I was exhausted of driving in torrential rains. I found a Manor coffee house and made a detour to get there. There was no sign about it being anything else than a house, but I was so desperate for my drug of choice (besides chocolate, wine and cheese), that I decided to ring the doorbell anyway. A lady in a nurse uniform answered, I said I was looking for a cup of coffee, and she sat me at a table. She brought me a coffee and told me that this wasn’t really a coffeeshop (no kidding), but an integration house for people with mental disabilities. One of the participants came to my table with another coffee he had made just for me, while another one made me toast. They were so happy and awesome. I sat and chatted with some of them for a while, while ingesting way too much caffeine for my own I good. After being asked out by one of the man, and giving a donation to the center, I left for the rest of the road. I got to Carleton-Sur-Mer for more car camping by the sea. My original campground was flooded so I had to be moved and I cooked dinner under the rain. There was just enough time in the morning for me to get another amazing bike ride by the sea, a quick swim in cold water, a warm coffee and leave for another wet dry. This time there was fog also. So I saw nothing but fog the entire time on winding mountain roads. It was still beautiful and unique, although not the desired view. I just found the concentration it took a bit exhausting.

My friend Jade, whom I studied dance in Cegep with, met me at Parc Forillon. We both car camped, which was fortunate cause… rain! Omg. That was the theme of the trip. Some people’s tent were not as waterproof as they thought, our neighbors got stuck in the mud on their site, all the trails were closed because of the water, we tried and sort of managed to start a fire literally in mud. Everything was so wet, that the logs were leaking and created little pools of water. We deiced to drive close to Percé to see a waterfall spot where the water is transparent and supposedly beautiful… it was closed. You guessed it: the water went up and ripped the installations, so they had to close the site. We still had a nice boat ride around Rocher Percé and I managed to get soaked by standing at the bow. The main reason for this entire trip, was to see the Show of the Rising Sun, which happens every year in that park as part of the End of The World Music Festival (not because the world is going to end, but because it’s the end of the land, the most eastern tip). You have to get to the site before 4am, the artist starts singing, set up at the edge of a cliff, and as the show goes on, the sun rises and gives up another show. You bring your camp chair and they serve you coffee and a little sweet. This year, we were camped right besides, so we woke up and walked 10m to the show. Klo Pelgag was the artist, which I hadn’t heard before, it was amazing. My friend left and I stayed one more day to enjoy an hour on a nearby beach and a beautiful, and hard, bike ride in the hilly coast… before it started pouring again.

I left the next day in pouring rain and more fog to meet my friend in a nice little auberge on the coast, have a drink and see an outdoor circus show. You enter the woods on a wooden bridge while the artists are set up in different spots around. Then you get to three sides of three stories high stacked containers with bug screens where you will sit and watch the show. They are set up on a cliff. The use of the lighting (the show is at night, in the dark), the tramp wall they built, aerial dancing, catapult on a net that comes down from the cliff… the whole thing is brilliant in the use of the space. Well worth the ticket. The next day I visited a bird watching site before heading to Quebec City. I taught a workshop and privates, went dancing and got hosted by really nice people. It was only two days, but filled with dance, love and really resourcing relationally.

I found a campground at Petite-Rivière-St-François, which is situated at the bottom of one of the biggest skill hills, by the water. The camping is a coop that is super well organized with a little coffeeshop, one shower for all, a youth hostel, a community room, and a community fire. I heard a lady talk about a free show on the village’s quay. A beautiful woman created the character of a bird-woman with huge wings. She sings opera with the water in the background and brings you in her world. It was truly magical. A new friend from Québec ended up meeting me there. We had a beautiful bike ride by the water and an intense hike on the mountain. I was burning up with my long sleeves and pants, that were needed to counteract the mosquitoes, when we happened by a waterfall. We found a calm spot in the water, stripped down, and got some much-needed refreshment in the one ray of sun that came out that day. I thought to myself afterwards that I’d love to have a picture in that set up, but when would the opportunity ever come? We came back down and back up to see a point of view before it started raining. Obviously. I finally managed to score tickets to a show on the mountain I had been wanting to see and had been full for weeks. We drove 5m to the bottom of the mountain and waited for dark. They got us up on the ski lift, which they slowed down, and as we progressed to the top, we saw an inspiring light and music show they set up on the ground beneath us. We then walked in the mountain with a lantern that was provided, got to the next chair lift where we went down in darkness with a magnificent view of the St-Laurent’s River and the lights of far away villages on the other side.

Finally, if you are still reading, we are almost done! I drove further east on the north coast this time around (I drove over 4000km in two weeks), to get to Up The Moon Festival. What a treat. You get to the land, drive in for a while and park your car, then have to walk a while to get to the site where there is a movement space, a workshop space and a show space. People are camping everywhere, there is a coffee and cacao tent, a sacred tipi, some food, only cash accepted, no cell phone connection or internet at all, only a couple Sanivac, no running water, and beautiful people. My favorite spot was the sacred tipi: it had a fire and a guardian running 24/7, with sacred chants and a beautiful energy. The opening ceremony was powerful and made me feel like maybe I’d want to stay in Quebec for the first time in my life. We got more downpour the first night and after having my feet wet for the last three weeks, I decided I had enough and went to my car early for some reading and slept beautifully. The next morning, I walked to the river decided to get a natural bath and go in naked. I happened by a professional photographer I had met before at the river mouth. Funny how life works. So after my river bath, I asked him for some pictures: it’s amazing to be able to have a visual reminder of a favorite feeling! I went to a few workshops and then I taught my Conscious Partner Approach workshop which is the same concept I had taught in Sweden, adapted to a different crowd. Everything felt so right the entire weekend. I didn’t stay up late that night again and left early on Sunday after another river bath. I stopped by Quebec City to see my sister and her three daughters. We had a bunch of fun in the pool and I got asked if I was still young enough to have babies… I said I still had a few years. More questions came about why I didn’t have any and if I was going to have some… I replied that I needed to find a nice man who’d want babies also, to which I got told by a 9 years old that it wasn’t true, that now I could do a baby by myself. Well f*&*. Now I’m rethinking my entire life…

I’m back in Montreal now, with my energy levels going up, tons of projects in the making, and I want to make sure I still pace myself, so I don’t burn out again. This was an extra long Travels and dancing, maybe to make up for the fact that the last one was so short. Thank you for reading until The End. (of this one, not my life) 😉

[kayla1993-world]

Duncan Dee, the former Chief Operating Officer at Air Canada, says the airline has some explaining to do after he just flew out to Orlando, Fla., for a weekend golf trip with a couple of his friends when he was hit with a stroke of bad luck on his way home to Toronto. "They both checked in and told me what seats they were in, and I was unable to do so," Muchnik told CTV News Toronto on Monday Travel about the company he booked his flights with and Air Canada, who both told him his flight was cancelled because it appeared he never boarded his departure flight from Toronto. But Muchnik did, in fact, make it to Orlando, despite the flight being apparently delayed on the tarmac for half an hour, and had a "completely normal travel day" and that every part of the way flew without a hitch. "Once I kind of mentioned that, [Air Canada’s customer service representative] kind of shut down, and they said you need to contact Customer Relations; there is nothing that we can do at customer service for you anymore because I was like, "How am I going to be getting home tomorrow?" Muchnik was able to purchase a one-way ticket back to Toronto Pearson on the same return flight, but it set him back $700; the round-trip flight had cost him $800. "Fortunately, I was able to do that, but I mean, I could have been stuck there because I was living paycheck to paycheck or whatever and couldn’t afford a ticket, so I would have been stuck in Orlando, so it’s kind of baffling that they were unwilling to help in the moment," Muchnik said. Once he touched down in Toronto on Sunday afternoon, Muchnik spoke with Air Canada again, who suggested he file a claim with customer relations, who he says would get back to him within 45 days. A spokesperson for Air Canada confirmed they have been investigating the matter and said it appears there was a computer issue that affected Muchnik’s original flight. "It was cancelled in our system and then immediately reinstated, and all the customers were rebooked and traveled as planned," Air Canada spokesman Peter Fitzpatrick said in a statement recorded as having been rebooked in our system, which we are still looking into. Air Canada’s customer relations team will connect with Muchnik, Fitzpatrick adds, refund his new ticket, and “offer a goodwill gesture.” Muchnik told CTV News Toronto Tuesday night, the airline apologized and confirmed the entirety of his flights—all $1,500—had been refunded. “The girl told me in her 20 years of working for Air Canada, she’s never seen this, and she was saying it’s like a highly, highly rare occurrence,” Muchnik said. While he would fly with Air Canada again, Muchnik says the whole experience has “tainted” his view, leaving him wondering what would happen if someone else were to find themselves in the same position. “I just pray that I don’t have another incident like this because I know how hard it is to get the support you need,” he said. Air Canada says it is standard practice that if a passenger does not show up for their flight, all remaining flight segments on that ticket are subsequently cancelled.

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LeBron James leaves NBA All-Star Game with hand injury

Los Angeles Lakers superstar LeBron James left the NBA All-Star Game Sunday night with a right-hand contusion, the league announced.  While the All-Star Game is great for fans to watch the best of the best together on the court, there is always the chance that an athlete could get injured.  It seemed like a normal play where the Toronto Raptors’ Pascal Siakam, playing for Team Giannis…

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Fucking hell.

Ian Tyson, Canadian country music legend, died today at age 89. It wasn’t a huge shock, because like I said, 89. He lived a long  life, and it’s not like I thought he was ever going to make any more music (I feel weird saying that, like his only value was whether he’d produce more art for public consumption – but also, losing out on that is the tangible effect a celebrity death has on the public, and besides that his loss is felt by the people who actual knew and cared about him, as it should be). It’s not like I thought I’d ever see him live again, though I now feel more lucky than ever that I got to see him once.

Okay, I’m going to do that annoying thing where a celebrity dies and I make a post like this on social media, because this has got some memories floating back in my head and this blog is where I post things that float back in my head. Memories I have related to Ian Tyson:

- The fiftieth anniversary of the Mariposa Folk Festival in Orillia, Ontario was in 2010. Most summers my dad and I tried to go to our hometown folk festival and to at least one other, and that year, we chose to take a road trip and get a hotel for the weekend so we could be at Mariposa. That’s a relatively big one, and it drew very big names for its fiftieth anniversary. The biggest name was Gordon Lightfoot, and a close second was Ian Tyson. This isn’t just my opinion; it was laid out clearly in the lineup at the mainstage on Sunday night (where they put the biggest names in ascending order, as it’s the last night): Fred Eaglesmith, Lynn Miles, Murray McLauchlan, Sylvia Tyson, Ian Tyson, Blue Rodeo (surprise guests that were added to just a few songs right before the headliner, great band but in a normal running order they would not be ahead of either Tyson), Gordon Lightfoot. And it was… okay, as I write this I realize that list of names will mean nothing to anyone reading this, but trust me, that’s a big deal. That’s one of the best lineups I’ve ever seen in one night at any folk festival.

To understand the significance of what happened that night, I have to explain Ian and Sylvia. They were hippie-type folk singers in Toronto in the 1950s, where they met each other at the folk clubs that still existed back then. They started playing together, formed a duo called Ian & Sylvia, and got married in 1964. They played together for about fifteen years, during which time they released twelve albums. In 1975, they got divorced. Ian Tyson moved to Alberta to live on a ranch, train horses, and make solo music that was more country (now that he was an actual cowboy to back it up). Sylvia Tyson stayed in Ontario and had a solo career as a folk singer.

All of this – Ian’s solo stuff, Sylvia’s solo stuff, and the Ian & Sylvia albums – have been huge parts of Canadian folk and country music history. But their biggest contribution was the title track of the second Ian & Sylvia album, Four Strong Winds, released in 1963. Four Strong Winds, a song about a guy who moves to Alberta and is trying to convince his romantic partner to join him, is basically the Canadian anthem. I mean, it’s the Canadian anthem if you happen to be into folk music, which is my explanation to any Canadians who may be reading this and saying, ��Well I’ve never heard of it.” But also, you might have! Four Strong Winds is one of those Canadian folk songs that made it so big that sometimes even people from my generation or younger, who aren’t specifically into folk music, end up knowing it.

Four Strong Winds was written by Ian Tyson, and has been recorded solo by Ian Tyson, but it was originally recorded by Ian & Sylvia together. It’s also been recorded by fucking everyone, highlights include: Neil Young, Bob Dylan, John Denver, Waylon Jennings, Johnny Cash, Hank Snow, Joan Baez, Sarah McLachlan, and Judy Collins. Weirdly, despite all the people who’ve done it, I think my favourite cover of Four Strong Winds is by Blue Rodeo. My favourite version, obviously, is the original. It kind of has to be.

Ian and Sylvia Tyson were huge on the Canadian folk scene for so many years – years before I was born, but I know it was a big deal. Then after their divorce, they didn’t appear on stage together. It was a big deal, especially because that original version of Four Strong Winds, with Ian and Sylvia harmonizing, was so iconic in Canadian music. That duet was lost when the duo broke up.

So. That night in July 2010. I’m sitting in a lawn chair in a field in Orillia, Ontario, next to my dad, who loves this stuff like I do, and it’s been a wonderful weekend. We’d seen some fantastic music over the last couple of days, and that night, we’d been treated to someone openers who would be headliners at many other festivals.

Then Sylvia Tyson came out. She played an amazing set, and even though she was quite old by then, her voice hadn’t gone off at all. I had my eyes closed for almost the whole thing, enjoying the music. She was engaging and engaged. Then she left the stage, the MC came back out to say some variation of, “Holy shit I can’t believe we got that, really can’t believe what’s next,” and out came Ian. The sun began to set as we heard songs about horses and cowboys and the Rocky Mountains. If I’m very honest, his voice had started to go, it sounded a bit scratchy from a combination of age and what I later read in the newspaper was blamed on a cold. But I didn’t mind. I’d never seen Ian Tyson live before. My dad had seen him live in the 80s, but I hadn’t, and I was just in awe of being in the same place as someone that legendary. Ian Tyson had a couple of guys with him, backing up on vocals and guitar, enough so his vocals alone never needed to carry a whole song.

At the end of his set, as we all expected, he started to sing Four Strong Winds. The audience began to sing along, and it was one of those amazing folk festival moments, when you really feel on the same page, at the same level of appreciation for what’s happening, as everyone around you. I was twenty years old, probably less than a third of the average age in that crowd, but it felt like my people. We all knew this song.

And then, halfway through, Ian beckoned to the side of the stage, and out came Sylvia with a mic in her hand. The audience erupted into applause, but remained respectful; I could feel every person in that crowd trying to work out how to express their joy without interrupting the incredible experience of hearing this song live, by its original singers. Ian and Sylvia sang the last half of the song together, and at the end they gave each other a hug, and the entire audience got on their feet and cheered.

Afterward, my dad looked it up and worked out that they’d done a couple of reunion shows since originally breaking up in 1975, but this was the first time they’d appeared on stage together in at least 15 years. I feel ridiculously lucky to have gotten to witness it, given that I was born too late to have any business being part of this. Obviously what made it special was actually being there, and no video can capture that, but someone did get a bit of it on tape on put it on YouTube, which I enjoy re-watching sometimes:

So that’s the first of my Ian Tyson memories. I’ll only do a couple more.

- About six years ago, my dad went on a business trip to Banff. We were lucky enough to be able to organize things so I could go with him, and we had a few days when he wasn’t working and we got to just drive around the area. Banff is a town in Alberta’s Rocky Mountains, and we did a couple of hours-long road trip through other towns, as well as many kilometres of mountain roads. It was absolutely beautiful. I think I can say that I’ve never, in my whole life, seen anything as beautiful as the Rocky Mountains. Maybe a couple of things in New Zealand? I don’t know, I think the Rockies might even beat all of that.

While we drove, we played Ian Tyson pretty much the whole time. After he moved to Alberta, Ian Tyson dedicated most of his career to singing about that province and its history and beauty. Including lots of songs about the mountains themselves, trying for the impossible task of capturing a little of what they’re like. Here’s one:

Even the Ian Tyson songs that aren’t specifically about the Rocky Mountains are still the right soundtrack for it thematically. Nothing needed to be added to those drives to make them magical, but Ian Tyson somehow managed to add to them. My dad and I spent hours driving, with no sound but Ian Tyson’s voice filling up the rental car, in awe of our surroundings. I had a bunch of his albums on my iPod, and we played several of them all the way through multiple times. It’s one of my favourite memories of my whole life.

- Last October, I turned 31. I was at my grandparents’ place at the time, on the other side of the country. Alberta is in Western Canada; my grandparents’ place was on the East Coast. My mother and I spent a few months out there, helping out with things because they were getting less and less able to take care of themselves and their home on their own. Since then, they’ve moved out of there and into a care home near my parents.

The problem is partly that they were just getting older, but also that my grandfather’s Alzheimer's was advancing. He still knew who we were and everything, still knew where he was and what happened in day-to-day life, was still holding on to being a basic level of “functional”. But he was getting worse.

It was a tough few visit at times, with fights sometimes breaking out between my grandparents because he got stressed out and overwhelmed so easily, and she got frustrated. I shouldn’t complain because I also got to spend a couple of months in an incredibly beautiful place that I love with people I love. But it was, at times, difficult.

One of the things I was asked to do, as the resident young(-ish) person, was take all the CDs in my grandfather’s collection and digitize them, and then transfer that to his iPod. They knew they wouldn’t be able to stay in the house much longer, and he couldn’t bring his whole CD collection into a home, so this would be a way for him to keep his music.

It took me a couple of days to do all that, and then I called my grandfather into his office. I sat him down and showed him his iTunes, with all those song titles and artists and albums just waiting to be clicked on. No need to take out each CD, you can just have any song you want at your fingertips. My grandfather took the mouse and clicked on a Pavarotti song, and it filled the room. He put his head back, listened, and I saw tears form in his eyes almost immediately. “I haven’t heard this in years,” he said. “I thought this was in my past. I thought I didn’t have it any more.” I told him I’d made it so he could listen to all of it any time he wanted, and with more tears, he said, “You brought it back. It was gone, I’d lost it, but you brought the music back.” High praise for someone who’d just ripped some CDs into iTunes, but I knew what he meant. They’d been gone from his mind, he wouldn’t even think to put on most of those CDs because he’d forgotten they’d existed, but here he could see them all laid out, so as far as he was concerned, they’d just come back.

I’d planned to go into the city a couple of days later, the night of my birthday. I’d wanted to spend it hearing whatever live music they had on at my favourite Celtic pub. But when the day came, we looked at the COVID numbers, and I realized I couldn’t justify it. I could have gone. I think it would have been safe. It was a small city in a small province where high COVID numbers didn’t mean anywhere near as much as they do in bigger places. But still, I couldn’t take the risk while staying with my grandparents. I stayed in and tried not to be disappointed, as it’s hardly the biggest sacrifice anyone’s made during this pandemic.

It ended up being one of my favourite birthdays I’ve ever had. No one was in a bad mood. We went into a nearby small town and ate lunch on their patio, and in the evening, we put out crackers and dip and wine. I grabbed an iPod speaker and my own iPod as well as my grandfather’s. I asked him what he wanted to hear, and he said it was my birthday. I said what I wanted for my birthday was to see him as happy as he’d been two days earlier, sitting in his office and listening to his favourite music. He asked for Ian Tyson.

We then spent a couple of amazing hours in which I put on various Ian Tyson songs. Each time I asked my grandfather if he knew it, and he said yes. Each time, we all thought he might be just pretending to remember, as he often did with things, but then he sang along and proved he really knew it. He’d tell some story about the first time he heard this song, about what it meant to him. He had a story for almost every song, since he’d grown up alongside that music. He’d grown up almost exactly alongside it, as Ian Tyson died today at age 89, and my grandfather turns 90 in a week.

I can’t imagine any night at a pub being better than a few hours of Ian Tyson with my grandfather. He got tears in eyes again from some of the songs, talking about how long it had been since he’d heard them. I’d planned to play a variety  of artists, but I ended up pretty much sticking to Ian Tyson all night, because I loved it and my grandfather loved it so why not?

The next morning, I met my mother and grandparents in the kitchen, and said something about taking out eggs for a post-birthday breakfast. My grandfather said, “Birthday? Whose birthday is it?” I told him it was my birthday, and he said, “Oh. Happy birthday.” I said no, it was yesterday, and he said, “Nobody told me that.” That was the first time any of us had seen him forget something both that big and that recent.

It’s weird to me that I think of that night as such a bonding moment, by my grandfather doesn’t remember it, so did bonding really take place? Alzheimer's definitely gives you an appreciation for living in the moment, for understanding that moments have meaning if they don’t make a lasting impact, not even in everyone’s memories. I feel lucky to have had that night while it was occurring, even if it had dissipated by the next morning.

In the home where my grandparents live now, he regularly listens to his iPod, and Ian Tyson is one of his go-to singers to put on. When we heard the news this afternoon, my mother said she’s going to wait until tomorrow to call her father and tell him Ian Tyson’s dead. Give it one more day before breaking that news.

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Cheapest flight from New York to Toronto

Cheapest flight from New York to Toronto

New York to Toronto

Toronto is the largest city in Canada and one of the most diverse. The city has taken numerous steps to make the city more accessible, environmentally friendly, and livable for both residents and visitors.

Canada's largest city, Toronto, often referred to as "the world within a city," is a multicultural Mecca that boasts a mega-metropolis with over 4.5 million residents from 80+ ethnic backgrounds. Enjoying more than 5,000 restaurants and a world-class theatre scene isn't the only reason to visit Toronto. Discover unique highlights like eclectic neighbourhoods and summer festivals.

How do I reach Toronto from New York?

The 549 km (308 mile) journey from New York to Toronto takes approximately 1h 29m.

In normal circumstances, a total of 1,985 direct flight from New York to Toronto weekly. On average, there are 270 flights per day.

In normal circumstances, Air Canada flies from New York to Toronto up to 50 times per day, United Airlines up to 51 times per day, and Delta Airlines 10–30 times per day.

The earliest flight leaves New York at 6:00 AM and arrives in Toronto at 7:59 AM.

All the following airlines operate direct flights between New York and Toronto:

Air Canada (AC) has 552 monthly flights.

Delta Air Lines (DL) has 245 monthly flights.

United Airlines (UA) has 235 monthly flights.

American Airlines (AA) has 123 monthly flights.

WestJet (WS) has 65 monthly flights.

Flair Airlines (F8) has 15 monthly flights.

The cheapest way to reach Toronto from New York

When is the ideal time to purchase airline tickets to Toronto?

You should try to book at least 60 days before your chosen trip date if you want to obtain the best deal on a ticket to Toronto. If you wait to purchase your ticket until around a week before travel, the cost may go up.

When is the cheapest day to go to Toronto?

Tuesday is often the most affordable day to go to Toronto. The most costly day right now is Sunday.

When is the cheapest time of day to travel to Toronto?

If you want to get the best deals on flights from Toronto to New York, think about travelling on a Monday and stay away from Thursdays. The cheapest prices for your return to Toronto can be found on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, while the most costly ones can be found on Thursdays.

By selecting a flight at noon, you may reduce the cost of your trip to Toronto. Evening flight reservations will probably cost more.

Which airline provides the cheapest flight from New York to Toronto?

The lowest price for a one-way ticket from New York to Toronto in the previous 72 hours was with Delta Air Lines. A return connection was offered by United Airlines and Southwest Airlines.

Why visit Toronto?

The underappreciation of Toronto may be attested to by everyone who has visited. If you take a chance and visit Toronto, Ontario, Canada, it will be impossible not to fall in love with it. It is a lovely city that is clean, diversified, and full of amiable residents. If you're thinking about taking a trip in 2022, Toronto is one of the greatest destinations to visit. There are several sights and activities to enjoy.

Although 14 million tourists visit Toronto annually, there is still so much about this city that has yet to be explored.

Toronto residents

You may save money on your vacation to Toronto by booking a ticket at noon. Reservations for evening flights will likely cost extra.

In this city, you'll never feel lonely since there are always people who are willing to help. The population of Toronto is quite diversified, which is the cause of this.

The inhabitants of Toronto are well aware of the variations in culture, religion, and ethnicity. They are able to interact with individuals from many backgrounds and treat everyone equally.

Food

Toronto is home to a broad variety of mouthwatering restaurants dishing up all different types of cuisine, so if you're a gourmet, you're in for a treat. You may discover a variety of eateries in the city, which reflects its ethnic diversity.

Alo (French), Blowfish (Japanese), Lee Restaurant (Asian Fusion), and Sotto Sotto are a few of these (Italian). A wide range of restaurants, food trucks, cafés, brunch locations, pubs with delicious cuisine, and much more are also available. Torontonians are serious about their cuisine!

Cultural Activities

There are events in the city every month of the year, including festivals, concerts, and exhibitions. As was already established, Toronto enjoys showcasing its diversity through a variety of artistic mediums.

Regardless of your preference, Torontonians like using their chosen art form as a way to showcase their variety and originality. The Toronto Jazz Festival, Craft Beer Festival, Pan American Food and Music Festival, Just for Laughs, and the Toronto International Film Festival are a few of the best events to keep an eye out for.

Niagara Falls

When it comes to Toronto visitors' access to natural wonders, nothing is more well-known than Niagara Falls. These waterfalls cross the border between the US and Canada.

Horseshoe Falls, the biggest of the three waterfalls, is located on the Canadian side. You may reserve a boat as well to go as near to the waterfalls as you can!

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SOCA THERAPY - MAY 26, 2024

Soca Therapy Playlist

Sunday May 26th 2024

Making You Wine From 6-9pm on Flow 98.7fm Toronto

Ah Di Iron (Dr. Jay Plate) - Drastic 

Beatin' Road (Remix) - Preedy x Patrice Roberts

Best Self - Nailah Blackman x Lyrikal

Devotion - Destra

Feather - Nadia Batson

Hello Carnival - Ezra D'Funmachine x Tori Elle

The Ambush - Lyrikal x Lil Natty x Thunda

The Road - Machel x Ashanti

Jubilation - Mr Blood x Peter Ram

Dumpa Truck - Jagwa De Champ

Starta Pack - Tionne Hernandez

Pampalam - Faith Callender

Soca Therapy - Lil Rick x King Bubba

Safe Space - Rae x Fryktion

Rell Mash Up - King James x Fryktion

Dose - Nicki Pierre x Fryktion

Whipped - Jamesy P x Fryktion

Horn - Marlo Benn

More Horn - Lavaman x Von

My All - Nadia Batson

Carnival Contract - Bunji Garlin

Anxiety - Patrice Roberts

Lion - Kes The Band

River Of Tears - Baron

Down Dey - GBM Nutron x DJ Spider

Gangalee - Shurwayne Winchester x DJ Spider

Private Party - Karene Asche x DJ Spider

TOP 7 COUNTDOWN - Powered By The Soca Source

Top Songs from iTunes (Reggae) from The United States Of America for April 2024

7. Whistle While You Work - Triple Kay

6. Carnival - Adam O 

5. Bumper Heavy (Remix) - Karlie Redd, Destra & Beenie Man

4. Dem Devil - Bunji Garlin

3. Back Home - Mic Love

2. Jab Not Normal - Mr. Killa

1. Cook It - Patrice Roberts

Sweet Love - Jimmy October

Yes Please - Kes

Gud Gud - Hey Choppi x Machel Montano

Whole Heart - Problem Child

Into You - Patrice Roberts

Day Time Party - Kimba Sorzano

Night & Day - Th3rd x JMTB

Soca Shanty - Adam O x Riddim Master

Dutty Flex - Kes

Wassy - Full Blown

Who God Bless - Jamelody

Pressure - Nailah Blackman

Market - Nadia Batson

Addictive - Jadel x Charly Black

Bubbaling - King Bubba

Jiggle Jiggle "Show Me" - King Bubba

PAN MOMENTS

X Games (Pan Cover) - Teddyson John feat. Eman from SOS

TANTY TUNE

(1968) Mr. Walker - The Mighty Sparrow

Ring Ding - King Bubba

Tombstone - Mandella Linkz

How ah Living - Farmer Nappy

Fete Till Another Day - DJ Private Ryan x Travis World x Kris Kennedy

Fete Like Millionaires - DJ Private Ryan x Travis World x Sekon Sta

Parade Day - Supa Mario

Mango - Pumpa x Dj Spider 

Bubble Anthem - Aquel J x Dj Spider

Cause It - Nessa Preppy x Dj Spider

No Horn - Grateful Co

2 Drinks - Faith Callender

Owing - Sedale

Only Fan - Eempey Slicker

Instructions - Wadicks

Buddy Pass - Preedy

Man Of The House - Imran Nerdy

Party In The Road - Skinny Fabulous

Bounce Like Ball - Klassik Frescobar x DJ Prime

Slip In - Geo

Dr Cassandra - Gabby

Medicine Man - Preacher

Coofy Lie Lie - Bunji Garlin x Singing Sandra

NORTHERN PRESCRIPTION

(1995) Two Jook & Ah Tremble - Guney

Pray - Voice

Build Ah Fence - Patrice Roberts x Busy Signal

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S2-EP14 Eric Larsfolk & John McCormick Jr. (Trailer)

Hello, I’m Jay Nicoll of Nicoll Investigations and I’m here to tell you about our next episode of Ontario Cold Cases - The Podcast, coming this Sunday, April 7th on the disappearance of Eric Larsfolk and John McCormick Jr.

It was a warm, cloudy evening the night of August 24, 1981. Eric’s father watched from a chair on the front porch of their new home on Horseshoe Hill Road as his 14-year-old son Eric rode his bicycle down the dusty driveway heading for the McCormick farm a half-kilometre up Horseshoe Hill Road.

It seemed normal, he said of Eric not being home when night fell, figuring he was watching television at the McCormick’s residence.

Eric Larsfolk and John McCormick Jr. were last seen on the McCormick family farm on Horseshoe Hill Road driving a field car on August 24, 1981. They haven't been seen or heard from since.

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