The year was 1990 or maybe it was 91, things were a bit fuzzy back in the day. The place was two Bloor St. East, in the basement of a 34-storey office building in the very heart of Toronto. I was st...

Full disclosure: I am a menace with golf clubs. And I don’t mean “menace” in a flattering way. If I said that I give new meaning to the word “slice” that might be too kind. However, I can host great g...

The other day, someone told me that they wished that advertising would just go away. She said enough was enough and that she just wished the noise would finally stop. Being overwhelmed by the constant...