A Passage from India

After a day of working the downtown streets, a 30-something panhandler dressed in a tattered bomber jacket and dark tuque makes his way home to Toronto’s Nathan Phillips Square. Even in the city that radiates prosperity, the face of homelessness is everywhere. The man crawls inside his sleeping bag and prepares to bed down for… Continue reading A Passage from India

Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room

In January 1962, a 28-year-old female reporter with uncontrollable, flaming red hair and a fiery spirit to match made an impression on a certain Cuban president. She was in Cuba for The Globe and Mail, covering the country’s third anniversary celebration of the revolution over dictator Fulgencio Batista. After the official proceedings were over, Fidel… Continue reading Smokin’ in the Boys’ Room

CTRL+ALT+REPEAT

An image forms in my head as he describes the scene: a man hurrying down a crowded street puts his hand to his head. Speaking to himself with two fingers to his ear, he can be mistaken for one of two things: a nut or Inspector Gadget. The man is using a new computerized wristwatch… Continue reading CTRL+ALT+REPEAT

A Son’s Dilemma

When I was at media school in England I used to daydream-usually during shorthand or media law classes-of the day when I would walk out of college and go straight onto the pages of a national newspaper. Reader, I did. But nothing in my wildest daydreams would ever have hinted at how I would eventually… Continue reading A Son’s Dilemma

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