Esquire's Chris Jones has a long, long feature (longer than it needs to be) on Toronto's crack-smoking, unfiltered Mayor Rob Ford. We've read through and pulled the highlights and some of the low ones, too.
How Ford seems himself: “I’m just an average guy. I love going home to my wife, playing with my kids, returning my phone calls, doing the simple things in life. I’m not one of these people to flaunt it. They’ve been calling me from every late-night show to come down. . . . That’s not my style. I’m not a show-off. I’m very humble. Some people call it shy. I am who I am. I love politics, I love my football, and I love my family, and that’s pretty well it.”
The camera really does add 10 lbs.: He is not tall, and he is, in truth, not as fat as he appears on TV or in particularly unflattering photographs, especially since he’s lost nearly thirty pounds over the last couple of months...
It was when Ford used the p-word, not his crack smoking, that did it for at least one colleague: “The trigger point for me was when he dropped the P-bomb,” says Councilor Denzil Minnan-Wong, a former Ford ally turned leader of the rebellion. ... “You think to yourself, Was this guy medicated? He did it at City Hall, right outside the mayor’s office. It wasn’t some video being filmed without him knowing. This was deliberate. And that was it. You’re a complete embarrassment and you’ve got to go.”
And about Ford's sister: The Fords have a seldom-seen sister, a former drug addict who survived the gunshot she took to her head.