Toronto, Gordon Lightfoot, and Me
<p>Earlier in August, I took my teenage son Rob to Toronto. On our last visit, Rob was four, but it was a blur with two toddlers in tow and another baby on the way. This time, I had the luxury of exploring Toronto both as an adult and through the eyes of a teenager. I was only two years older than Rob when I first visited Toronto in spring of 1993. As I drove along Lakeshore Boulevard, now in the driver’s seat with my own teenager sitting shotgun, I looked at the skyline to my left and the water to my right with a sense of anticipation that mirrored that trip thirty years earlier.</p>
<p>Back in 1993, my dad flew me to Toronto for school visits and we stayed in his executive apartment, one of those places where one stays when traveling for work for an extended amount of time. He was relocated from the Philadelphia office of his company to Toronto, and my mom, younger brother and I would join him that coming summer. </p>
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