When I was a teenage juvenile delinquent, a story made the rounds of my friends about some hoodlums who had broken into a trailer in Collingwood, drank whatever booze was in the cupboards, stole everything valuable, then trashed the place.

They decided to record all the fun they were having,...

Yeah, the interim leader of the NDP was, maybe still is, a separatist. The U.S. has, for the time being, been saved from financial self-destruction. There's a hurricane brewing in the Caribbean and Japanese nuclear reactors are still spewing radiation.

I wish I could care. I can't. My book, The...

This is the time of year that we're nagged about our 'ignerence' of our own country's history, when newspapers try to make us feel guilty about we don't know about Canada.

For the rest of the year, the country's newspapers show their own ignorance of the country's history by running...

Years ago, my wife, who has a nasty fear of heights, gazed out at the Spanish Aero Car, the balloon-basket-like cable car that traverses the Niagara River whirlpool, and said they couldn't pay her enough to ride on that thing.

A few weeks later, she was working as a tour...

In a drawer somewhere, I have a nickel-sized coin of the Roman emperor Gallienus (ruled 253-268 AD). Gallienus is long-forgotten, but he shouldn't be. He is one of the true fathers of inflation, and there should be a statue to him on the Acropolis in Athens and in the lobby...

On August 13, 1941, Canada's chief press censor sat down at his desk and typed a memo to the head of military intelligence.

The two men had just come from a rancorous meeting. The military wanted a tougher censorship system. The censors, backed by the federal government of William Lyon...

The race to finish Checkpoint Charlie is over.

That's the new security gate at the bottom of Parliament Hill, just off Bank Street. And it's a dandy. The East German Vopos, the border guards who manned the Berlin Wall, would have been envious. It was finished just before the new...

Many people in the mainstream media tried to ignore the problem of the walking undead.

This, even though that at least one party leader, a self-admitted eastern European count, was literally coming apart before our eyes during the last election.

The leader of what was then the third party...

It was indeed strange.

There he was. The party leader, reading vacuous comments from three teleprompters, with a wall of MPs behind him as a backdrop.

The MPs cheered at appropriate times as the leader worked his way through the boilerplate. They gave him the obligatory standing ovation and...