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Mid-60s pic reveals mysterious downtown structure

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The Navy League property in 1947
   See that little image in the inset on the bottom right? What the heck is that little thing behind the Seville Theatre?
  The apartment building behind the Seville on Closse burned down around 1977 or 78 but this little thing had already disappeared by then.
   I remember the night that apartment building burned down because my father lived next door and was irked because I didn't inquire whether he was alright. I was about 15 at the time.
   I've described the story of how my father demolished the old Navy League building - putting Montreal's local theatre industry in a bad way by doing so - in order to build a parking lot for motorists attending events at the adjacent Forum.
    And I've also noted somewhere else about his habit of expanding his parking lot onto adjacent properties such as laneways and empty lots in order to improve his profits.
    But I don't know what this particular weird little structure was or when it disappeared. If anybody knows, give me a heads up.


Lifelong mystery solved: portrait subject finally identified

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   This painting has been transfixing me my whole life.
  From the day I was born it stood on the wall at the head of our of our kitchen table at 580 Grosvenor, covering up the electrical panel.
  So this mysterious woman overlooked our family meals with a secret message, as impossible to decipher as the Mona Lisa smile.
  Who is she? What is the idea behind the painting? Why did Tidemanis choose this theme? We frequently asked this around the table during meals either in our thoughts or out loud.

   I had always assumed that Janis Tidemanis, the Lithuanian painter who did this work, simply chose some sort of African theme.
  But good things come to those who search through old newspapers and after a lifetime of speculation, I've finally stumbled across the stunning and surprise answer to what this painting is about:
  The answer is that the woman in the picture was a famous American singing starlet from the early '50s named Joyce Bryant, who actually posed for the image right here in the Montreals.
   Bryant was a lovely brown-skinned singer who increased her notoriety by colouring her hair silver but it is said that her songs were a bit too risque for the radio stations, so she became a major nightclub act when not going back and forth between her strict adherence to the Seventh Day Adventist church.
  Bryant posed for portraits in Montreal three times between 1951 and 1953, according to that article, including at least once for Tidemanis.
  The mystery does not end there, however.
  Bryant claimed never to have met whoever it was that paid for the portraits and Tidemanis would not reveal who it was either.
   So it's not impossible that it was my father who commissioned the portrait, although I never heard him express any notably profound expression of appreciation for brown-skinned women which I have no hesitation in expressing myself.
   It might also be noted that Joyce Bryant was the subject of Gabriel "Gaby of Montreal" Desmarais' most famous portrait, a sorta gimmick pic of her standing inside a bottle, done in 1952. This could possibly have been one of the three portraits that Bryant posed for.   

Electric cars, easy to charge if you've got a driveway, otherwise not so much...

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Now I hate to state the obvious but the massive provincial subsidies being rolled out to subsidize consumer purchases of electric cars here isn't exactly going to benefit all motorists equally.
    If you own a home in the suburbs you likely have a nice driveway or even a garage which would allow you to easily charge up at your convenience because nobody is going to sue you for laying a fat extension cord across your lawn if you want to.
    But for most of the rest of us unwashed working masses there's no place to plug in when you find parking on the street.
    There have been mentions of future implementation of charge stations to be built someone near the sidewalks but I haven't seen any real plans of that happening in the foreski-able future.
   The current alternative, which is to dangle an extension cord across the sidewalk from your home to your vehicle is entirely unmanageable and possibly dangerous and maybe even illegal and certainly won't win you any more friends among your neighbours.

When residents block laneways

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   A major benefit of laneways is that firefighters and other emergency staff can access that alternate entrance to your home in case of emergency or animal attack or some other form of bedlam.
   But city workers don't clear snow from laneways, so they can be passable or impassable depending on how the local residents approach things.
   But this sort of thing, seen in the photo is dubious and likely widespread.
   One resident, who happens to have snow clearing equipment, has manipulated the snow to his advantage, pushing it in a way that benefits himself but cuts others off from their own routes.
   Anybody trying to get over those two hills had better be prepared to do some climbing and slipping or else go around the block.
   I might spend the next few minutes on the buzzer attempting to inquire as to the legalities of such an unneighbourly approach to laneway maintenance be or else whimsically daydream on the day that all that snow melts and spring returns.
   

Ormstown actress invites 23 guys to her special birthday party

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   Heidi, as you can see in these photos, is a lively young woman from Ormstown.. yep.. Ormstown.. and she's planning a special birthday party for herself that you guys might be able to get yourself invited to.
   Now I don't know much about Heidi but I've been dying for a chance to write about her hometown, south of Montreal for several years now.
  I don't think I've ever had the pleasure of visiting Ormstown but I sure know a lot about it as two of my best friends as a young adult Neil and Craig were from there and I think the Sandmarks were also from there.
    I almost got there once ... I tried to score a freebie to the Ormstown Fair as a journalist and got semi-tongue lashed by the woman in charge of the fest, so that didn't go quite as well and I never ended up setting my city boy shoes in the place.
    And even today I know some newer gen folks from Ormstown and they are keeping up the tradition of being very good peeps.
    However I'm not sure what part of O-town Heidi Van Horny represents, as she's from a slightly different mold from those I know.
   Unlike my friends from Ormstown, she has made a career in appearing in sexually explicit films.
   The others I know have not done that, as far as I know.
   And she is now slowly inching towards local newsworthiness today as she has announced that she's going to have sex with 23 men on her birthday February 20.
   Sure it's a gimmick tie in with some sort of upcoming porn movie but yeah.
   Just think, you could get a chance to have a very lovely spin in the Eastern Townships and top it off with your first film appearance to boot.
   But upon further verification, Heidi's special birthday party is actually taking place on Beaver Hall Hill at 6 p.m. on Feb. 20. 

Slitkins & Slotkins on Dorchester

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Dorch looking E from about Mountain
   The Slitkins and Slotkins bar was frequently mentioned by folks such as Al Palmer as the epicenter of Montreal during one of its most buzzing periods in the '40s and '50s.
   But I could never find much information on the 5 Ws of its existence. But to my delight upon rising from my slumber this fine Friday morning I saw that I had received an email with a complete research on this very question, noting that the fabled bar sat on the parking lot on Dorch between Mountain and Drummond, which friend of Coolopolis James Essaris is currently turning into the Icone condo tower.
   Here from the eagle-eyed Jim McGraw, is that very note printed in full below.
   The only detail I would add is that in the early 50s mobbed-up hockey player Jimmy Orlando also had a bar close by at the time, on Mountain, east side just south of Dorch, which would have been just to the right of where this photo was shot.
   
  In a piece on the old Provincial bus terminal on Dorchester, you mention Slitkin & Slotkin. The 1940s were an especially fascinating time in Montreal's history with several books written about it including Bill Weintraub's City Unique: Montreal. Slitkin & Slotkin is often mentioned. (The 1940s in Montreal is certainly very deserving of a movie about its nightlife and characters. Perhaps computer generated images (CGI) could recreate the streets for long and establishing shots.)
   Slitkin & Slotkin, a hangout for hockey players, sports fans, newspapermen and various Damon Runyonesque characters, had an interesting pedigree.
    The Slitkin & Slotkin name apparently was only officially used from 1949 to 1950 according to Lovell's directory. The club was at 1235 Dorchester on the north side between Drummond and Mountain, where there is a parking lot today (according to Google Streetview). It wasn't directly across from the old bus terminal but diagonally across in the next block.
    The club was in a great spot. The three train stations of the day were all nearby (Central having opened in 1943, Windsor and Bonaventure). There were first rate hotels like the Windsor and Mount Royal but also a multitude of lower rated accommodations including a lot of rooming houses all within blocks. Quite a few other clubs and bars were in the neighbourhood as well. As you yourself wrote in a 2007 Coolopolis entry: "Like all of the world's great streets, it was a cornucopia of booze, loose women and illicit gambling dens all of which made it an even more alluring target for demolition by the puritan Mayor Drapeau." Drapeau did succeed in demolishing many of the places on Dorchester by widening the street in 1955. Most of the demolition however was on the south side leaving large swaths of empty lots (west of Peel/Windsor) that are now quickly filling in after all these years with office towers and condos.
    Ironically the building that would house a succession of entertainment venues like Slitkin & Slotkin was the Danish Lutheran Young Peoples Home until 1929-1930. By 1930, it had become the Milano Cafe, a "spaghetti parlour" as it was called run by an E. Tosini. The last mention of the Milano Cafe is in the 1940 directory.
    Apparently the business was bought during the war years by Jack Rogers and Lou Wyman, two longtime partners who I believe were boxing promoters among other interests. They renovated the building but the name in the 1941 directory is now Chez Madame Henri E Tosini. Now was that E. Tosini's wife, widow? It's especially interesting because in 1946 the name changes to Chez Madame Henri J. Rogers. Was Henri an abbreviation for Henriette? Did Jack Rogers marry her? So it appears. Was she used as a front for their operation. Then again, their establishment was officially known as Jack & Lou's Bar & Grill although that name never appears in the directories. Jack Rogers and Lou Wyman apparently came up with the Slitkin & Slotkin moniker drawing inspiration from a vaudeville act of that name performed by comedians Joseph Watson and Will Cohan at the Gayety Theatre in Montreal in the 1920s.
    As mentioned, the Slitkin & Slotkin name is listed only in the 1949 and 1950 directories. In the 1951 directory it was already the All-American Bar & Grill, the name it would carry until the 1974-1975 directory. By 1976, it was the Baby Face Piano Bar. I don't know when the last business existed there or when the building was finally demolished. I also didn't go back earlier than 1929-1930.
    I'm sure there are a lot of stories that go with the place but I'm not in Montreal so research becomes a little difficult from a distance. Perhaps others will know more and fill in the blanks.
    I'm attaching a photo you had used in your blog of Dorchester in 1946 looking east from about Mountain. Look closely and there are amazing details. On the left (north side) is the Victory Coffee shop, then Burrow's Drug Store. The building with the flag on the turret is the old and original section of the Windsor Hotel, which would burn down in the late 1950s. In the background is the mass of the Sun Life building.
   On the right (south) side, you can see the Coronet Cafe and then the Hotel Laurier, with "Laurier" hidden behind the Coronet sign. In the distance is a sign for the Rex Tavern.
   The bus terminal is actually in the space between the Laurier and the Rex, set back from the street so the building can't be seen from this angle. Several parked cars in the terminal's front driveway to the right of the sidewalk show its location. Note the Eaton's panel delivery truck and the horse-drawn wagon. Look carefully and you can see what appears to be a city bus and a Provincial bus behind the wagon. The Provincial bus is recognizable (even in black and white) in its orange with black stripe livery.
   A higher resolution of the photo might confirm it. When Dorchester will be widened in 1955, all the buildings on the south side would disappear except the bus terminal, which would end up right against the sidewalk with no driveway for taxis or cars. The new Laurentian Hotel, on which construction had begun, would also be built set back from the 1946 Dorchester Street so the widened 1955 Dorchester Boulevard would be up against its walls.

Montreal artist goes missing

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   As I've mentioned here before, I've long admired the work of local performer-artist and punk scenester Stacey Ross, who I have known, superficially, for a few years.
   Ross is an accomplished sculptor, poet, fire-breather and was in the Cirque du Boudoir troupe for some time.
   Ross' many friends are worried now, however, after she went missing following the tragic and premature demise of her young husband on Dec. 28, who she was understandably quite enamored with.
   She has not been officially listed on the police missing persons list as of yet, but apparently she's has been out of contact since Jan. 5, when she last updated her Facebook page.
   Hopefully she is ok.
   It's a shocking thing to lose a young partner suddenly, one that I once had to endure myself long ago and wish all the best to Ross in this time and would only urge her to re-emerge to alleviate the concerns. 

Who died in the fire at Oxford Park

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The second victim of a fire that struck a building on the southeast corner of Oxford Park one week ago today has been identified as Sarah Hassane, an 18-year-old Egyptian who came to Montreal five months ago to study.
   Hassane's brother was also a student in Montreal. She was working part time job as a barmaid at the Catalonia Soccer Plex.
   There was initial hope that she might be saved after being pulled out from the fire at 5563 St. James W., as emergency staff had resuscitated her but she died about a dozen hours later.
   The other victim was Henry Luke Rachwalski, 22, a musician from Victoria.
   The rest of his band, Canvas,* lived in an apartment across the street.
   Following the blaze one of his bandmates expressed anger in a note on Facebook directed at the local fire squad, which he insinuated could have done a better job getting to the blaze.
   It was likely written out of frustration but it was possible that he had some insight into the event, being close friends and neighbours.
   It should be noted that Hassane was not Rachwalski's girlfriend.
   A friend of their family tells me that Rachwalski's girlfriend was also present and was badly burned in the fire, which, according to the account of Charlie the overnight cameraman, was not a major one as far as these things go.
   Police initially said said that the male victim in the fire was a 40-year-old man, so some are under the impression that three people died in the fire. But in fact there were only two.
 The white building next door was the site of a fatal explosion in 1977.
*According to their Facebook profiles they are Petey Keys Ravensfjörd, Jimi James Fraser and Darren Venoit.  

Griffintown oldest house boarded up

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Some jarring sights... One of the oldest houses
175 Murray
in the Griff has been boarded up as have the adjacent buildings on Mountain just north of Wellington on the east side.
   Friend of Coolopolis Boxelman lived in that small house at 175 Murray for many years and I visited several times.
   It is said to have been built by a schoolteacher in about 1830 and moved somehow moved back when the street was widened, that's one theory anyway.
   The second floor ceilings are very low, that's what I can tell you for sure.
   Sad to think it will likely disappear.  I'll endeavour to contact the owner once the evalweb is back running.
  The third image shows the newly-denuded corner of Bridge and Wellington, which has been stripped down right down Wellington, as reported here recently.


Bridge and Wellington SW corner

24 years ago: how girls plotted fire that killed four teen inmates

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   Today - Sunday Jan 19 - marks the 24th anniversary of a tragic fire that saw four teenage girls burn to death the Shawbridge Youth Detention Facility at 3000 Levesque W. Chomedey Laval.
   Michelle Thibeault, 14, Tifani Mackenzie, 15, and Christina Cain, 13, died in the fire at the high-security home while Tina Poux, 14, died later in a hospital.
   Add 24 to those ages and that's how old they'd have been now - 37, 38, 36, 38.
Tina Cain
   I could only find a photo of one of the victims, Christina Cain, who was locked inside only because she had trouble in school and refused to attend classes. (Pls send along others if you have).
   The practice of locking away misfits with hardened teen criminals was apparently stopped after this incident.
    Now, for the first time, is a bit of insight into what happened in that killer incident at the institution for English-speaking girls.
   The 10 girls in the unit had a plot to escape the institute although the exact degree of complicity of each of them remain undetermined.
  They knew that the prison doors would unlock three minutes after the smoke was detected. Additionally a guard had access to a panic button to open all of the doors.
  It would have been about -11C outside at the time, so the frigid temperatures that they were willing to bear is itself a testament to their determination to get out.
   The girls set off a couple of practice fires in the weeks that preceded the killer blaze, which was set at about 1 a.m.
   The fire spread quickly because - unlike other detention facilities which have walls of concrete - the home was highly flammable and created toxic plumes of smoke. An expert later said that the girls likely died before the three minutes.
  The part-time guard on duty, Robert Potrasal did his best to free the girls, by banging down three doors with his shoulder but was unable to get to the other four doors.
   He was likely insufficiently trained for such emergencies and said he thought busting down the doors would be faster than using a key as he later bravely recounted to reporters, in spite of being instructed no to talk to media. He was apparently not aware of the panic button that would have released all locks.
   In spite of the possible complicity of all of the 10 girls, three were considered to be the main movers and shakers behind the plot. I have the names but cannot reveal them.
   Two were later sentenced to more time in incarceration but that doesn't mean much, as they were already locked up and due to be released as adults anyway.
   One survivor holds a bitter grudge against the ringleader to this day.
   "I wanted to kill her personally and she was severely beaten numerous times. Vengeance had its due. And I'm sure the guilt and the fear of hell still keeps her up at nights, as I hope it will continue to do until she dies."
   Here's another account:
   "I unfortunately can give all the details. It was 1990, just after the Berlin wall was taken down. I had just had my daughter. And sadly it was one of X's and my brainy ideas to start a fire in the basement in the laundry room to release the doors.
  X and I had questioned Brian (prison guard) a thousand times about how quickly the doors would release. We were there when they were installed. He swore that they would release within three minutes. We all thought that if we started the fire in the basement that the doors would release when the alarm went off but before the fire could reach the main floor.
   Brian was wrong and our idea didn't work. I feel much guilt about this and I won't mention who it was who did it, those of you who know who she is, know.
   But regretfully, on my last two week backup before I got released, I told her about X and I trying to start the fire with a curling iron in the basement and trying to sneak in a lighter and all the details of what I had learned while the system was installed.
   Months later she did it and we lost girls. RIP to all that we lost up there, Donna (another teen inmate who later died of an overdose) included even though it was not in the fire."

How Malcolm X's parents met in Montreal

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   There would surely never have been a Malcolm X had the great black-rights leader's parents just stayed in Montreal.
  Malcolm Little, aka Malcolm X's parents met in Montreal in a sequence of events that began when Edgerton Langdon, described as a "labourer," invited his niece Louise Norton to come from Grenada to stay with him at his home at 150 St. Martin (see map and illustration below) in 1918.
   Louise was the light-skinned product of a union between a black mother and a white father. She looked and spoke like a white person, according to Malcolm X, who later clearly disapproved of the grandfather he never knew.
   Louise didn't know her white father and Malcolm, one of her seven children, described his maternal white grandpa as a "rapist" and said he was glad not to know him.
   It probably wasn't a ton of fun for Louise in Montreal, as her uncle Edgerton was considered a "mean, mean man," according to Edgerton's granddaughter Sylvia Langdon of Coursol St, who I interviewed in 2003.
    Louise found herself attending meetings of the newly-formed Montreal branch of the Marcus Garvey's United Negro Improvement Association, where she met Earl in 1918.
  Earl Little had recently moved to Montreal from Reynolds, Georgia.
Malcolm X
    Little, a father of three, was a dark skinned Baptist involved with Garvey's group in Montreal.
   Earl, 29, and Louise, 22, married here in Montreal on May 10, 1919, thus beginning a stormy, brutal and historical union.
  “An educated woman, I suppose, can’t resist the temptation to correct an uneducated man. Every now and then, when she put those smooth words on him, he would grab her,” wrote Malcolm X, describing their domestic violence.
   The two eventually left Montreal for Philadelphia then Omaha and finally Lansing Michigan and had seven children along the way.
   One of those children, Malcolm - born May 19, 1925 in Omaha - came out light-skinned and red haired. “Thinking about it now, I feel definitely that just as my father favored me for being lighter than the other children, my mother gave me more hell for the same reason,” he later wrote.
   The union born in Montreal soon descended into tragedy. Earl went to court to defend the family’s right to live in a white neighbourhood in Lansing and soon after, the house was burnt down and Earl was mysteriously found dead, run over by a streetcar. Louise was committed to a mental institution in 1939.
   The children were sent to foster homes, and Malcolm Little eventually became an academic and athletic star before running into troubles of his own. Rather than wallow in failure Malcolm Little became the great black civil rights leader Malcolm X.
   Meanwhile in Montreal,  Edgerton’s son Henry also became a black rights leader but right here in Montreal.
  Henry, who despised his old man, went on to serve in the Air Force and led the local UNIA for decades until his death in 1997.  Henry didn't think much of his cousin Malcolm Little, aka Malcolm X but eventually he came around and later spoke admiringly of him.
The home on St. Martin has long since been demolished

Tattooed faces - they're coming sometime, maybe

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Tattoos have exploded in recent years as young and old rush to get pictures on their skin that they will surely never regret getting.
   But rare is the person who actually put 'em on their face until now, that is.
Jo Royal
   Suddenly tattooed faces are becoming so mainstream that Mike Tyson, Zombie Boy be damned...in a few years your daughter's boyfriends will all undoubtedly have designs permanently inked and their faces and we'll have a prime minister with all sorts of paisleys and swirls inked onto his chromed dome.
   This particular one featured here is Jo Royal, who is a tattoo artist from Flashwood Quebec, also known as Boisbriand.
   I don't know much about him because he didn't answer my query, but he lists his political views as "fuck that shit" and "authority is our enemie" and is involved in some sorta video project.
   Many tattoo guys don't like inking faces because it's painful and they apparently cannot really get erased up there.
  So those who want to paint their scalp usually have to start on their own.
Alex Boulay
Boulay in turtleneck
  These people aren't thugs or particularly scary folks, so ... err.. hold that thought. I see that the Quebec Provincial Police just posted a tat-necked individual named Alex Boulay from St. Hyacinthe, who's wanted for allegedly making death threats, and other such minor-ish but kinda violent misdeeds.
   It might be harder to slip into the crowd with that ink. Wonder how he feels about turtlenecks.

Montreal houses more affordable than last year: study

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A study released yesterday suggests that Montreal's homes have become more affordable since last year at this time, as the city's median multiple has fallen from 5.1 to 4.7.
  That means that it would take 4.7 years of median income to pay off a median-priced home in Montreal.
  It's a significantly better result than the last two years.
   In 2013 our median multiple was 5.1, in 2012 it was 5.1, in 2010 it was 4.9, in 2009 it was 4.6 and in 2008 homes were a steal with a median multiple of 3.9.
   This year's study found that in Montreal the median house price is $264,000 and the median household income is $56,300.
   The best Canadian deals are Ottawa, Edmonton and Calgary, at 3.8, 3.9 and 4.3.
   Vancouver, in comparison, comes in at a ridiculously expensive 10.3.
   The best deals in North America are found Pittsburgh, Detroit, Grand Rapids, Rochester, Atlanta, Buffalo, Cincinnati, Cleveland, Indianapolis, St. Louis, Columbus, Louisville and Memphis, all of which which are rated at three or lower, which means that chances are you'll pay off your average house very fast if you find an average job.
   I interviewed one of the main guys behind the study last year or so and he argued that strict policies against expanding onto agricultural lands around the city are keeping home prices high. In other words, he said that urban sprawl could alleviate a lot of pressure on home prices.
   The study notes:
   "Montreal has adopted urban containment policy that may be as strict as those in Vancouver  and Toronto. Similar policies have also been adopted in  Calgary. Montreal and Calgary have also experienced  substantial increases in house prices relative to incomes.  
  Without reform, Median Multiples in Toronto, Montreal, and Calgary could trend a housing affordability
crisis approaching that of Vancouver, the second most unaffordable metropolitan area (after Hong Kong) in
this year’s Demographia International Housing Affordability Survey. Meanwhile, with virtually no political prospect  of land use liberalization in Vancouver, housing affordability could deteriorate even further there.

Genie Bouchard: Possible future billionaire

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    Not to put any additional pressure on my fellow raised-in-Westmounter Genie Bouchard, 19, who is playing in the semi-final of the Australian Open later tonight, but there's more riding on these tennis matches than just another potential public boyfriend-discussion op.
   Bouchard stands to make $2.65 million if she could beat Li Na and then likely Agnieszka Radwanska but that cash pales to the money floating around in possible endorsements.
   The current queen of tennis endorsements is Maria Sharapova, who packed in an estimated $29 million last year and has an estimated net worth of $90M.
   Sharapova could eventually become a billionaire, considering that in 31 years, when she's 57, that $90 million compounded at eight percent will become over $1 billion.
   (Granted there will be significant tax hits but there will also be some new earnings to offset it).
   Sharapova, it has recently been repeatedly revealed, isn't really that good at tennis and the market could very much be aching for another white English-speaking blonde North American to gradually take her place as the smiling face of women's tennis.
   Bouchard has already got a sponsorship deal with Pinty's, which makes some sort of chicken wings or something. Her commercial debut isn't incredibly great as she's probably not really somebody with a long history of buying groceries and she doesn't have the slightest clue as to how to chop a cucumber.
   But if all things fall into place, Bouchard could become a very valuable citizen, not just for the sake of morale but also for the sake of her tax contributions, if she chooses to remain a resident of this province.
  So bagging a slam is not just a big thing, it's a very big thing, for all of us. 
 Bouchard, by the way, is widely assumed to be dating Habs winger Alex Galchenyuk but has steadfastly refused to confirm this or comment on it in any way, so when she was asked who she'd like to date and replied Justin Bieber, it's not believed to be a true love call for love.
  Bouchard thought that Bieber might consider sending her a tweet but no such note has appeared on his site following the thing.

Anthony Calvillo -the story that won me over

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   Longtime Alouettes QB Anthony Calvillo has retired, a year too late, clearly, as he suffered a pretty bad brain trauma after being ineffective in his short-lived season.
   I was on the fence about Calvillo, who I suspected to be a stats hog, as he never left games even when the team was way ahead.
   But this comment left on Kate's excellent Montreal weblog definitely won me over, and kinda left a little lump in my throat.
Last spring I was at a car dealership negotiating a purchase. Calvillo was there doing promo work for the dealership and I urged my 11 year old son to go over and say hi but he was too shy. The salesman offered to introduce them but the boy wasn’t going for it. While the salesman and I talked in his office I noticed my son go climb into the back of a minivan and have a seat, just checking it out. Calvillo came from across the room and got in the other back seat. The two of them sat and chatted for ten or fifteen minutes before Calvillo shook his hand and left. My son said AC talked to him about his minor hockey team (they had recently lost a championship game) and school and that AC was really supportive and nice. There are still some decent professional athletes.

Jane Jacobs on Montreal 1969, city planning chinwag

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I was never a huge fan of that Jane Jacobs guy. She gained fame, of course, by writing The Death and Life of Great .... zzz. sorry dozed off there for a bit.
    Her thing was that cities should be built to encourage street vitality, complete with granny knitting on the porch being a witness to potential crimes.
   I didn't get all the way through her book but I've concluded that I support the opposite concept, sorta like Le Corbusier: build towers to the sky and turn the rest of the land around it into fields laden with pumpkins and shallots, that's the way I'd go about it.
   The report above comes complete with a mumblecore preamble by a guy sounding like he was auditioning to narrate Dragnet.
   She praises Montreal for not building a highway along the waterside, although the Bonaventure Expressway pretty much fits that description.
   Jacobs has a bunch of criticism for Toronto but, of course, she chose to live there so yeah, I guess she didn't dislike it all that much.
    She also points out in the video that Montreal's expansion was supposedly halted by a reluctance to lend money to French-speaking entrepreneurs. I hadn't heard that really argued before but she runs with that ball.

Montreal: the city that lives alone

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Lonely Montreal guy

   There's a case to be made that Montreal is one of the Can-Am's loneliest cities, as one in three Montrealers lives alone, putting us behind only Quebec City and Cleveland for the highest percentage of unihabitationists.
   Coming in right near the bottom of that scale is Toronto, where about one in four people live alone, which suggests that the high cost of rent in Toronto has forced many to get roommates.
   Some have linked Quebec's tendency to uni-habitate as a contributor to mental illness as we apparently consume more than our proportion of anti-depressants compared to the rest of Canada.
   But the only study I could find on the subject suggested that there's no difference in mental states between unihabitationists (Stop making up words - Chimples) and those who live with others.
   The study suggested that there's a slightly higher percentage of drug use and alcohol abuse among the people who live alone however.
   Quebec's higher divorce rate, lower birthrate, aging population and relatively lower rents might partially explain the trend here.
    Those who live alone often face a higher financial burden, as there's nobody to chip in for those cable and heating bills, so the retail-restaurant-entertainment economy is likely suffering, while the real estate owners benefit from this trend.
   Nobody seems to have asked the simple question, do people want to live alone?
   I lived alone most of the time between ages 18-33 and loved it and never recall feeling lonely at all.
   There were no annoying roommates and my social life was quite lively, as there seemed always to be someone who wanted to pop in and visit.
   I once almost choked on a steak that I had cooked when there was nobody around to give me the Heimlich, otherwise there were no regrets.
   So I ask you: do you live alone, or have you lived alone and do you like it?  

Quiz: Who lived here?

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  A great Montreal writer from the mid-20th century - ok, mainly the 1950s - lived in this house before moving out of the country.
   Anybody? 

The once-glorious corner of Atwater and Notre Dame

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      The corner of Atwater and Notre Dame.. sigh. was once a bustling corner but was somehow wrecked and turned into a suburban-industrial style space waste. You've got not one, but two, gas stations and a lot of vacant space. Strange considering it's adjacent to the Atwater Market and a highly-coveted residential area overlooking the Lachine Canal.
The area was even more barren up until a couple of years ago when a suburban-style shopping mall, well, more specifically a Super C grocery store with a ton of free parking was put into the area. Seems a little strange considering there's a farmer's market right across the street.




But go back to 1942 and you will note that the area was entirely built up. Not only were there buildings at all four corners of Notre Dame and Atwater, there were even buildings south of Atwater on the east side.


 



By 1956, the buildings south of Atwater had been demolished on one side, but the east side was still home to some proud-looking buildings which housed the Ferme St. Laurent, Rutherford Co., Gustave Beland DDS, (whatever that is) and the Dodd Simpson Press, a publishing company that had been there since at least 1935. And that cool-looking building on the northeast corner, which still stands, was a Royal Bank.
   We don't know what led to the almost-complete demolition of the area but the buildings looked to be quite sturdy. Click on the images to see them in larger size. 

Montreal bakeries, onetime hotbread of unionization

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   The small ad below from the Canadian Jewish Review is a testament to the strength of unions in the city in Montreal as of 1960, as it shows a fairly long list of unionized bakeries here in Montreal and urges consumers to "always buy bread with the union label."
  There were about 100 bakeries at the time, according to the Lovells 1958 listings, these 13 unionized bakeries were likely in the minority.

Arena Bakeries 84 Mont Royal W3545 Park Ave5630 Victoria Ave Bagel King Bakery 5167 DecarieBoyman's Bakery 4874 St. LawrenceCantor's 5563 Park 6579 CdN Community Co-operative Sydicate 1643 de Bullion Kosher Quality Bakery 4082 St. L Levin Brothers 5143 Decarie 3670 St L New St. L Bakers 3830 St LSchechtman and Son 201 St. Viateur W and Shawbridge Qc, VanHorne Bagel 4655 Van HorneVan Horne Bakery 1341 Van Horne
   The local origins of the union-label bread appear to be from a bread breakers strike in 1942, although it could also be prior because the union label system had been season elsewhere as early as 1912.
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