Their suite on the top floor overlooked a small rink where skates still slice after pucks.
The next few decades weighed heavily on the Avenue, once an east/west thoroughfare, then made superfluous by the freeway farther north.
After 6 months of dating, Douglas asked Lana if she wanted to rent an apartment with him and leave together. But although they were going to be living together, as far as sex went, Lana told him not to push it.
Hailed as salvation by artists, stay-at-home parents and residents seeking a hip caffeinated beverage en route to somewhere, it’s a critical meeting place.), her lips part and the words tumble out: “Oh—I’m sorry.” Before I can reply, she slips away behind a green waste-management bin.Welcome to my neighbourhood: a place of transition, a place of tension.The spitting slice of air compressors and muffled rumble of pavers serenade you on walks through the neighbourhood.
For the first four years I lived in Alberta Avenue, I’d see Carl—topped with a cowboy hat and swinging his briefcase—hiking confidently along these streets.He moved with an air of irreverence at the construction that transformed his regular routes into brick-layered, green-treed trails.