I was walking home from my wall at the Gladstone Hotel this afternoon, having replenished my supply of postcards, and made a detour through local alleys for photographs of the latest alley-art and finds, when I passed by an art show that I could not pass up. The venue, the empty shell of an auto garage with the front completely open, was already inviting. The sign board on the sidewalk was the clincher. It was a print of one of Jon Reed’s paintings-an interior of a Toronto streetcar. I love the everyday and overlooked made special. My favorite is a painting of “Toronto’s Ugliest” apartment building.