In 1818 there was an orchard of 60 - 80 plum, pear, cherry, quince, and peach trees on land bordered by John, Simcoe, Adelaide and Richmond Streets.

I understand this picture has nothing to do with anything.

I lament that now these streets are flooded with greasy popped collar cock suckers and abrasive rap music - which, for the record, I call crap music !

You heard me !

The next time you are throwing bows trying to get through the club district, remember the sweet fruits of what once existed on those now filthy streets.