“Mr. Ford and I don’t have a relationship. I don’t know if we will”
Ego Meter ......... p. 28 Camera ............ p. 30 Cost of Living.... p. 34 The Audit ......... p. 36 The Upstart....... p. 38 The Urban Diplomat ........ p. 40
—Andrea Horwath, p. 26
the moment
Dalia Lucia Chako photograph by getty images
1959–2018
She was a 58-year-old grandmother and retired piano teacher who was born in Windsor, lived in New York City and Miami, and moved to the Annex two years ago. On June 12, she was headed along Bloor Street on her beloved bicycle—black, with yellow rims and a pink bell. As she passed through the lights at St. George Street, a flatbed truck struck and killed her. Bouquets soon appeared at the crash site, and two days later, 200-plus cyclists and mourners staged a memorial. It was only June, and already three cyclists and 18 pedestrians had been killed on city streets. Their deaths were a stark reminder that in a city built for cars but increasingly populated by cyclists, bad planning can have tragic consequences.
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