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The casbah in Algiers during the height of the troubles in 1962 was probably the most dangerous place in the world for foreigners. Every day, I passed corpses on my route. Occasionally, I'd get trapped in a firefight as nervous French soldiers fired at shadows. Last in a series of excerpts.
For some time, Olga had been talking in riddles, dropping hints, making provocative comments. Once when I had remarked on her relatively good life in Moscow, she replied: "It is better to be a free sparrow than a caged canary." I had ignored all hints, aware they might be a trap.
"After having witnessed Jack Ruby kill Lee Harvey Oswald, the assassin of President John F. Kennedy, I was sent to cover surely the strangest court case ever." This is the first of three excerpts from the memoirs of the late, legendary Canadian journalist who died a year ago, available for the first time as an ebook.
During his lifetime, I used to joke that having Peter Worthington as a father was like growing up with a third, much younger brother. Now that he's gone and can't be embarrassed, I can say it was more like living with James Bond, Clark Kent and Tintin rolled into one.
People will say Peter Worthington faced death bravely, and he did. But he also faced it with that same curiosity that led him to run away and enlist in WW2 and again in Korea; that eventually led him to every major crisis and hotspot of the second half of the 20th century; to the farthest places of the earth; to the most interesting people on the planet; and sometimes, simply, just to see what something felt like, such as jack-knifing off a cliff.
If you are reading this, I am dead. How's that for a lead? Guarantees you read on, at least for a bit. After attending George Gross's funeral in 2008 I half-facetiously remarked to the Toronto Sun's deputy managing editor, Al Parker, that I had been around so long that no one was left who knew me back then, and I had better write my own obituary. "Good idea!" said Parker with more enthusiasm than I appreciated. So here it is, not exactly an obit but a reflection back on a life and a career that I had never planned, but which unfolded in a way that I've never regretted.
Founding editor of the Toronto Sun and legendary Canadian journalist Peter Worthington died Sunday evening at the age of 86. Prime Minister Stephen Harper, Immigration Minister Jason Kenney and son-in...
TORONTO, Cananda - Peter Worthington, the globe-trotting foreign correspondent who reported on some of the biggest events of the 20th century before co-founding the Toronto Sun, has died after succumb...
TORONTO, Ontario -- Peter Worthington, the veteran newspaperman who co-founded the Toronto Sun, has died. He was 86. His wife, Yvonne Crittenden, confirmed that her husband died on Sunday night. The T...
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I was chatting with the National Post's Andrew Coyne and a bunch of others at a party last weekend, and he mentioned a column I'd written for the old Financial Post that drew more response than anything the paper had experienced at that time. And you would never believe what the column was about.
Jan Wong was one of Canada's ace reporters. She won readers and admirers for the Globe and Mail. Then suddenly, a couple of years ago, she vanished from the pages of her paper. Why? Because she suffered from depression, and management refused to acknowledge the fact; they thought she was just being lazy. One has some sympathy with the Globe's misunderstanding, but it's come at the cost of the thinning of the ranks of honest frontline journalism.
Wisconsin Governor Scott Walker inherited a $30 billion debt in 2010 and has since reduced it to a $150 surplus. If Toronto Mayor Rob Ford is really looking to cut back on his city's debt, he should take out a page from Walker's book and cut the bonuses that city managers receive for simply turning up for work.
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In other words, the 100,000 Canadian soldiers who won the greatest battle of World War I were not Canadians, according to today's Citizenship and Immigration. How dare Harper's government say that no one born in Canada prior to the 1947 Act was "legally" a Canadian citizen!
It's unlikely that Don Cherry has ever heard of it, even though it's the sort of thing that would appeal to his sense of history: rough, tough, no frills, no tears, and lots of guts.