If it is the quintessential New York story to pack up and move from Idaho to a cold-water tenement and a life in the theatre, and if it is the quintessential British story to leave in the morning with everything you own in a little black case –
– then surely it is the quintessential Toronto story to ride one’s bicycle in mid-winter past a lakefront beach barely dappled with snow only to encounter a disused front-end loader with rear auger attachment hiked up on its haunches on the sand.