And so it seems the Capitol Condos will be built but won’ t quite touch the sky. But will they be pretty?

There’s not a lot of time off, once the work really kicks in, as it has now. The escapes (not that I’m looking to get away, particularly) are into music, either on a walk to Belle Island, or just driving between appointments and wondering, How did I get here?

A story of Lake Ontario and flying above it, then reluctantly driving away from it.

Being a buyer is a tough gig these days. Prices were up nearly 18% last year alone and inventory is at 30-year lows. What’s a house hunter to do?

Everyone’s trying to make a living, but trying to buy someone’s house for a song, so you can turn around and flip to for a huge profit, is pretty low. The only thing you should do with these postcards is recycle them.

New albums last week from favourites Shame and Sleaford Mods had me casting a gaze backwards to simpler times, sorta.

True Story. My kitchen for the longest time was behind that window. I stood back there I don’t know how many hours doing the dishes or just leaned against the old farmhouse sink contemplating the leaded glass, the sorry state of my forearms. Corned beef we had if it was a good week, and a murderous slaw heavy on beets we’d planted where the tannery lands fought it out with the river.

I’m a sucker for top ten lists. And this year it was music I leaned on more than books. Once the three-month shutdown was over, Cheri and I ran most of the rest of the year, and it was these records I played as I drove the hollowed-out streets.

For buyers, multiple offers are the worst, most stressful part of real estate these days. Mere mention of them causes good people to break out in a cold sweat. And I get why.

They're putting in new streets all over. And the act of naming them feels like an afterthought.

We admire very much the work of local sketch artist John Wright. He’s agreed that perhaps we can complement each other’s work. Here are all the details.

Another in a series of vaguely plausible narratives informed mostly by the things we see and hear, and imagine, in this crazy business.

Les bought the house because the ginkgo tree across Montreal Street just about broke his heart. The way it swung violently from lime green to lemon yellow every October.

I was up early listening to the new Metz album and reading far too many headlines. It’s a mess out there and this is a small part of my reaction to that new music and bad news.

A supergroup of sorts, Muzz have got me through a lot this year. Maybe they can help you too.

It’s been all multiple offers all of the time, in recent years. The industry in Kingston has changed dramatically. Given that competition is so ubiquitous now, shouldn’t we give some thought to whether everyone is getting a fair shake?

September is going to bring a whole new set of worries to an already exhausted population. How on earth will we cope?

Here’s what’s bugging us right now, practices we think just aren’t smart, or fair.

Open houses are okay again, says the Ontario government . We think they’re making a mistake.

The reorganization of lower Princess St is well-intended, and some form of it may well be necessary for our public health and the economic well-being of the city’s commercial core, but what’s there now is a disaster.