Phil’s Inn

Brad reminds us how hard it is to hit a moving target . . . 

Exhausted from re-stocking the Phil's inn Larder for the winter months ahead, Brad decides to take it easy, puts another dog on the fire, and leans back in the rocker. 

Brad decides to broadcast live (sorta) from Toronto's Cabbagetown Festival, deep in the belly of the beast . . . 

Brad helps out the local Boy Scout troop by operating a lemonade stand with refreshmants as a fundraising venture. The Scouts have disappeared and Brad may be stranded on the roadside . . . 

A moderately sunny day, so Brad decides to spend the afternoon on the PHIL'S INN yacht moored in the PHIL'S INN marina. He may fall asleep . . . 

Come join us as we launch PHIL'S INN TRAVEL AGENCY, TRIP ADVISOR, AND DRY CLEANING w/Martinizing 1 Hour Cleaning. Alterations done on-site at the Boulevard of Broken Seams in the rear . . . 

In honour of the Olympics in Paris (France), the town decided to have a Senior Citizens (Elders) Olympics. We expect it to move much slower but with surprising grace and maturity . . . what else ya got at 78, right?

Finally, a somewhat sunny day at the Inn and Brad decides to relax at the Marina. As well, filmmaker, Caroline Curry, drops by to talk about her gorgeous film, "Shalborne", the closing feature at this year's Female eye Film Festival . . . 

The Inn hosts a 36 course dinner/fete put on by the best chefs and the best cooks from the best restaurants, best diners, and best drive-thru windows in town for the kinfolk, assorted and sundry, in celebration of Season Three of "The Bear" . . . Also, Lesley-Anne Coles, founder and executive artistic director of the Female Eye Film Festival drops by and talks about this amazing film festival. I'm a fan and think the future is female  . . . 

Brad decides to take some "Me Time" and attends a Meditation, Relaxation, and Colonic Weekend at the Namaste & Night Wellness Health Centre, Spa, and Dry Cleaning. He plans on learning how to mellow out and he gets all the quinoa, chick pea, and Lego salad he can eat . . .