Malcolm Johnston

Photo by Sandro Altamirano After the last out of the World Series, as the Dodgers leapt for joy and lifted the Commissioner’s Trophy high, Vladimir Guerrero Jr. sat in the dugout, his eyes glinting with tears, looking exactly how we all felt: sad, shocked, heartbroken. At spring training three months later, Nicholas Hune-Brown was one of the first reporters to get access to the players, who had spent the off-season replaying every at-bat in their heads.

Photo by Sandro Altamirano Mark Carney’s thunderbolt of an address in Davos continues to reverberate in Canada and around the world, and for good reason. He soberly articulated a new world order, called for middle powers to locate their spines, advocated for collective might through common interest, and sprinkled it all with just the right number of Havel and Thucydides references.

Photo by Sandro Altamirano When I was a student at U of T, my go-to restaurant was a gas station. Specifically, the Esso at Dupont and Davenport, where I’d source microwaveable butter chicken—easy, quick and wouldn’t kill me, at least not quickly. But I wasn’t exclusive: I regularly mixed things up with beer and chicken wings at the pub next door. My priorities were convenience and speed, not financial good sense (or, for that matter, nutrition).