“Mr. Collins,” Gretchen wailed in a desperate tone, “there’s this… uncouth boor, I guess is the best way to put it… on Line One, and I’m pretty sure he’s falling-down drunk, too. Every other word that comes out of his mouth is either [expletive], [expletive], [expletive] or [expletive], and after I spoke with him for… Continue reading Is There Yet to be a Ford in Toronto’s Future?