Table of Offices Held
| Preceded by Betty Disero |
Chair of the Toronto Transit Commission 2003-2006 |
Succeeded by Adam Giambrone |
| Preceded by Paul Christie |
Chair of the Toronto Transit Commission 1998-2000 |
Succeeded by Brian Ashton |
| Preceded by ward established in 2000 |
Toronto City Councillor, Ward Fifteen (Eglinton-Lawrence) 2000-2010 |
Succeeded by Josh Colle |
| Preceded by ward established in 1997 |
Toronto City Councillor, Ward Eight (with Mike Feldman) 1997-2000 |
Succeeded by all Toronto wards were restructured in 2000 |
| Preceded by ward established in 1988 |
Metro Toronto Councillor, North-York Spadina Ward 1988-1997 |
Succeeded by ward eliminated in 1997 |
| Preceded by Esther Shiner, Barbara Greene, Robert Yuill and William Sutherland |
North York City Controller and Metro Toronto Councillor (with Robert Yuill, Norman Gardner, Esther Shiner (1985-87) and Mario Gentile (1988)) 1985-1988 |
Succeeded by positions eliminated in 1988 |
| Preceded by Murray Markin |
North York City Councillor, Ward Four 1978-1985 |
Succeeded by Frank Di Giorgio |
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