Subtitle:
What do wolves, Encyclopedia Brown and Corey Feldman have in common?
I hate the park. I'm not talking our local park, or the Toronto Parks system in general. In fact, the four closest playgrounds that we visit on a regular basis are all pretty decent -- adequately maintained, with minimal graffiti, and only the occasional sketchy older gentleman in loose grey sweatpants or gaggle of ragamuffin teenagers hogging the swings and spitting. Why are they always spitting?