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2005 04 05
Ossington My Ossington - 7
imageOssington, my Ossington! What has happened to you? In one year, everything went crazy. How could a hipster grotto called Communist Daughter have been the vanguard of such rapid gentrification? They tore down the garage/car wash and replaced it with town-houses. Fancy colonnades guard the doorways of brand spanking new sprawling residences. I amble down Ossington in amazement. After the soon to be occupied townhouses there’s a new neighbourhood bistro. A bistro! There’s an Italian eco-furniture design outlet and a company that sells wine online. A vegetarian organic café sits next to a used book and record store. I go in to the bookstore and buy a Steve Earle album and two books – Cloud Atlas and Warsaw memoir by Issac Bashevis Singer. I’m the only one in the store and the guy running the place – who looks like he’s 12 years-old – seems surprised I’m actually buying something. Don’t worry, I want to tell him. Business will pick up. Past the wine juice factories at the bottom of the street, another hipster bar. Sweaty Betty’s it’s called and from an armchair in the window you have a great view of the foreboding detox centre across the street and anyone waiting for the Ossington bus going north. I meet a friend and we sit there, watching the neighbourhood at night. Quiet. The prostitutes have moved on, it seems. And though the mental health centre remains, where are the muttering wild-eyed hunched figures panhandling and pacing? I order another pint. And suggest a toast. To what? Ossington, I suppose.
[email this story] Posted by Hal Niedzviecki on 04/05 at 08:02 AM

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