⁄New Hands: Spence Newell
Thinking about my connection to the city of Toronto always seems to activate some strange emotions in me. When I was a kid, there was a sort of metropolitan grandeur about it, like everyone there wore suits and walked in synchronized motion between buildings I had to break my neck to see the tops of. I remember going to my first (and only) Blue Jays game and loving it; suddenly, Toronto was less of a menacing hub of politics and …
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