What a great weekend. And it's not over yet. The bonus of a long weekend is the constant reminder that there is one more day of this. So a quick hit here and then it's back to the yard with the dog and a book. 

It's been a full weekend. Pride parties started Thursday night with the 519 playing host to a great crowd. This was followed by four house parties which featured so many of the same people it was like one four day party that kept changing houses. I watched the parade from a house on Park Row so I saw a somewhat oddball version of it. They marshal floats on Rosedale Valley Road and bands/walkers etc on other streets. So every year I see about half of the parade. But I only saw two naked people and if Queers Against Israeli Apartheid were in the mix they sure didn't make a splash where I was. If anything shows how much times have changed it's how much of the parade is shameless marketing directed at the gay dollar. Although we probably all could have lived without the Viagra float. 

The weekend was punctuated today with a somber note. We lost a friend last week At Astral Toronto and we buried him today. Bob Kirsch was one of our salesmen and he was a legend in radio sales. Last week he suffered a health crisis while behind the wheel. In the end, they were unable to save him and on Saturday his family let him go. He was just 64. 

Bob was a special fellow, part of a vanishing breed; he was a gentleman. He was a salesman who never put on the hustle. His clients regarded him as a good friend. He was a masterful golfer and a man who always had a smile on his face like he was thinking of something funny and planned to tell you about it eventually. 

There is one last magnificent chapter in Bob's story but I want to check with his family before I pass it on to you. Drop in tomorrow.