“The Peace Lady” dead at 74. Pauline Davis moved to a ravine around Leslie and Sheppard in 1981, and walked around the city to spread her fingers in the thick of traffic, at least until the proliferation of cellphones led to her being too quickly picked up by police. Word of her passing was shared by the local cops, some 36 years after she started her pattern of what was originally reported as purely eccentric suburbanite behaviour:

Canada’s angle on airline bumping. The populist rage beat at CBC News generates a tale of a woman who missed her $10,000 cruise to the Galapagos Islands because of overbooking at Air Canada. WestJet’s entry into the ultra-low-cost carrier market, meanwhile, will possibly be fodder for the next wave of horror stories. (But, for today, WestJet's misplacement of Cooper the Labradoodle from Halifax had a happy ending in Hamilton.) 

4/20: The Day After. Marc and Jodie Emery were in court this morning on drug-related charges, as the O’Cannabiz Conference & Expo gets underway at the Sheraton Centre—with celebrity headliner Melissa Etheridge. Canadian brands exploited the permissiveness of the pot holiday, with Pizza Hut joining Cinnabon in tweeting things their American parent companies wouldn’t dare try. The scene at Yonge-Dundas Square was dampened by rain, but still provided those massive-novelty-spliff photo ops:

Andrea Martin’s time to answer every annoying question about SCTV has arrived again. An oral history of the show has been playing out in assorted podcasts whenever a former cast member has something to promote (which would explain why none have featured Rick Moranis). The NBC sitcom Great News will likely kick up another wave of Second City nostalgia. But, for now, via Vulture: “At 70, Andrea Martin Is Getting Her Big Break.”

The politics of writing about Get Out. Former Maclean’s fixture Jaime Weinman dissects how pop culture criticism became fixated on social issues at Vox—itself a frequent offender with clickbait like “Sad White Person movies don’t get much better than Manchester by the Sea.”

Marty Millionaire stripped of his powder blue. A century-old brick building at Queen and Parliament spent 36 of those years as an eclectic furniture store. It was sold last year to Craig Kielburger’s WE Movement, to act as the headquarters for its voluntourism and as a "Global Learning Centre." The existing paint job was unfortunately off-brand:

Mike Strobel touches up his Toronto Sun ass tattoo on the way out the door. The reporter-turned-editor-turned-columnist delivers a farewell to full-time tabloid employment—although he threatens to hang around as a freelancer—making his exit the latest in a series of buyout sign-offs at Postmedia. Strobel closes with a mention of his most infamous street character exposé subject, “The Shaky Lady,” an animated elderly panhandler, whose Bay Street lawyer tells Strobel she’s no longer alive.