Sunday Fun: In This Time of 'Donald Trump'

A few years ago, when I was a technical director at a film festival here in Toronto, I befriended a filmmaker from Manhattan. He, a rather pleasant chap, invited me out for a beer at a local pub — the now gone, but one and only, Betty's.

A discussion about films and festivals was to be expected. One thing brought up by the native New Yorker was the difference between Torontonians and his city-mates:

"You're nicer."

My response was along the lines of: "Really?"

"Yeah, you're... softer."

Later, I  told a few of my buddies what I had heard, and they too were a little surprised:

"No."

"Yes." A visitor to this great city made an observation. That's all.

I'm not a native Torontonian — my father was in the Canadian military (the RCAF part) for decades, which, in my case, meant I moved three times before I hit my teens — but I've lived here for many years and I've noticed that even Torontonians are, most of the time, Canadians.