I am not, technically speaking, a professional scientist. Nor am I, according to the credentialed gatekeepers of academia, a doctor. I also don’t possess a postdoctoral degree. I do not have an exhaustive string of peer-reviewed publications trailing behind my name like a parade float of comfortable scholarly approval.
Read MoreThe closing of Honest Ed’s felt like the end of an era for many. Located in Toronto, Canada, on the corner of Bloor and Bathurst Street, Honest Ed’s was, in many ways, like any emporium you might have encountered in any large city in North America. Staff yelling across the floor in languages you often did not understand. Large boxes of paper towels ripped open by a strong-armed and no-nonsense middle-aged Polish or Italian woman. Your questions about “where exactly” you might find the cat food or unwaxed dental floss could receive the seemingly loaded response of just one finger raised impatiently (and accompanied by exasperated sigh), pointing in the direction you’d shortly go—somehow feeling a little like a shambling muttonhead as you approached the multicolored sign listing—unbelievably—unwaxed dental floss and cat food.
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