Friday, October 30, 2026

Author: Guest Contributor

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Taxi industry insurer submission on the significance of training

Baird MacGregor, as one of the preeminent insurers of Taxi and Limo drivers in Toronto for more than four decades, takes the opportunity of this Review to remind the City of its commitment to design and implement a driver training and testing program. This program should include defensive driving and in-car components, as recommended by its own “Framework for Change.”[3]

By doing so, Toronto can help stabilize its critical passenger transportation infrastructure by keeping insurers engaged inside its boundaries.

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The Rosenberg/Lipson murders: incident from the Mean Streets

Not long after I met Jesse at the Chuvalo-Felstein fight, a truly horrific happening transpired. Late on the night of April 22, 1977, Jesse’s friend Ian Rosenberg and a woman named Joan Lipson were brutally murdered in an upstairs bedroom of a house on Strathearn Boulevard. Some person who possessed a key to Joan Lipson’s home let himself in the side door, crept up the stairs, and ruthlessly shot the couple to death as they lay in bed. A housekeeper, who was trying to sleep in an adjoining bedroom, heard Joan Lipson cry out, “Ian, there’s someone in the room!” Then came the sound of gunfire.

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Why do the British drive on the left?

Have you ever wondered why the British drive on the left?

There is an historical reason for this; it’s all to do with keeping your sword hand free!

In the Middle Ages you never knew who you were going to meet when travelling on horseback. Most people are right-handed, so if a stranger passed by on the right of you, your right hand would be free to use your sword if required. (Similarly, medieval castle staircases spiral in a clockwise direction going upwards, so the defending soldiers would be able to stab down around the twist but those attacking (going up the stairs) would not.)

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My Worst-Ever Incident with a Dispatcher

Often, he was amusing and he had an understated comical way of expressing himself. And he’d play pranks on the radio. A French Canadian from Montreal, Jesse would say that he came to Toronto “by skating up the St. Lawrence in the wintertime.” Or, gratuitously, he’d say something like, “Nineteen-nineteen, we’ve just had a lady phone Foobler Taxi who says she lost her dog in your car. It’s a big black dog, four feet high and 150 pounds. Would you look in your back seat and see if it’s there?” It doesn’t seem that funny when it’s written, but Jesse deadpanned it in a way that made it hilarious.

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I Finally Figure It Out

While I knew him, Larry hired a new seven-days-a-week driver and agreed to supply this fellow with a brand-new car. On his first night, the new guy smashed Larry’s new vehicle into a cement flower pot on Eglinton Avenue East, causing four thousand dollars’ damage.

How could  anybody with any sense do that? The guy had the car towed back to Larry’s Garage and left a note in the night drop box: “I’m not leaving you the money for the shift until I find out whether you are going to fire me or not.” If Larry was a bit of a pain –  and I came to regard him as such –  there may have been quite a few real provocations. I guess that might have been true of the other fleet operators I have been writing about, too, even including Mr. Good Guy, world-class weasel that he was.

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