Names are tricky things.
I grew up in the east end of Toronto near Lake Ontario, in a community we called “The Beach.” I moved westward in 1989, and a few years later I heard a debate was raging about whether my childhood neighbourhood should be called “The Beaches” or simply “The Beach.” It sounded trivial, even comical, but my brothers, who still live there, assured me it was a heated discussion.
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