MY GIRL by THE TEMPTATIONS. Story by Violet St Clair.
As I swayed to the rhythm and pulse of the song, I watched early morning Toronto on display like a Vermeer painting.
As I swayed to the rhythm and pulse of the song, I watched early morning Toronto on display like a Vermeer painting.
The Heartbreak Hotel was a real gem, with kitschy Elvis memorabilia, framed photographs of all sizes and a pink plush telephone so fluffy I expected it to purr.
From Strauss to the Stones, I jammed my classroom with music, matching songs and symphonies to subjects, activities, and transitions.
You couldn’t escape the voice of Gordon Lightfoot in Toronto during the 1970s. Believe me, I tried.