Captain John’s floating restaurant

Once it was a popular destination for seafood, then — seemingly forever — it was just a rusting hulk on the lake at the foot of Yonge St. But when it finally got hauled away to the scrap yard, many in Toronto got mistyeyed (including yours truly), turning up by the dozens to bid it farewell and mourn its absence from the waterfront. At the time, I called the boat a “pure expression of eccentricity” and tried to name the sadness at the disappearance of unique places like it: “The more things change, the more they become the same.”