I should point out that I’ve named the neighbourhood. I know you’re happy I’ve taken this upon myself, but the other names floating around for the hood are just downright clunky. Bathurst-Dupont, Babedu (cool in that NYC kind of way, but too close to Xanadu for my liking), Seaton Village — ugh!
For the record, I’m not on Bathurst below Dupont, so I could never sanction Babedu. And I know Mr. Seaton did a mighty honourable thing setting up his little village and all a couple hundred years ago, but we’ve moved on. Fanny Chadwick, the Annex socialite from the 20s is getting her due at a nice bistro down the street, so that’s enough history for a while.
Besides, it’s time someone stood up for Dupont in this town. It gets a bad rap, Dupont does. So since I live on this east-west mixed-use raceway, I’ve decided that Dupont will lead off this name, not Bathurst. Bathurst gets way too much attention in this town. So it’s Duhurst, Du(pont)(Bat)hurst. It’s got a pretty good ring to it, if I do say so myself.
Now I just need to convince a whole lot of other people who have never given this sort of thing a moment’s thought. Like the guy in the laneway about to smash his liquor bottles. Or the construction dude about to litter his Tim Horton’s cup on the sidewalk. Or the local chiropractor, or the sports-bar regulars at Mayday Malone’s, or the Buddhists running the vegetarian restaurant with no cellphones allowed, or the 4 am TTC worker chowing down at the Vesta Lunch. I wonder what they will all think.
But more importantly, who’s gonna design the signs?!