When I was a kid, my father dabbled in broiler chickens on a 100-acre farm in Grey County, Ontario. From Monday until Thursday he ran a small pharmaceutical business in Toronto and on Fridays he picked me up from school and drove north to sweat and shovel with Erroll, the Danish man who looked after the poultry during the week.By Judylaine Fine5 min
My income has quadrupled in the past 10 years. It’s enough to make me middle class, a member of a small and privileged elite. But as I go around hammer in hand patching up my ramshackle old semidetached house (I am privileged in that I own a house at all) I don’t feel much kinship with the rich people I see driving their Rolls and Mercedes cars downtown, people who hire black nannies and Portuguese housekeepers and carpenters and housepainters to do their work.By Heather Robertson5 min
He seems never to have expended a moment of his creative energies on the Canadian pastime of agonizing over one’s identity. Perhaps that is because he is black, and thus always was a “different” Canadian. Yet when black militancy began dividing the American jazz world, he remained apart, perhaps because he is a Canadian, and once dismissed its first article of faith — that no white man could play “authentic” jazz — as a “lot of junk.”By Gene Lees5 min
Every now and then, the Liberal government does something so clearly and perfectly right that it has to be an accident. Take the appointment of Thomas K. Shoyama (above) as Deputy Minister of Finance. He has not been in the job long enough to have had much impact; outsiders, therefore, cannot yet tell what Prime Minister Trudeau wrought when he elevated Shoyama, but insiders know.By Walter Stewart5 min
If she couldn’t actually be a boy she would at least have liked a brother. Preferably older. You know the picture: Daddy in a suit, Mummy in an apron, Big Brother with a baseball glove, Kid Sister with a doll, all beaming at each other over bowls of cereal inside magazines.By Myrna Kostash5 min
Golf is a game for pretenders: you are not an 18-handicap duffer, but Johnny Miller. If you sink this tortuous, 35-foot putt, with the hushed gallery looking on, you win the Masters, the British Open, the Grand Slam. Keep your head down and knock the little white ball into the round hole.By Michael Posner5 min
On the list of the Great Phony Issues Of Our Time, the current furor over energy conservation must be ranked right up there with the civil defense campaigns of the late Fifties and the anti-litter drives of the late Sixties. In all three cases an attempt has been made to defuse our anxiety and divert our attention from the real issues through massive PR campaigns.By Wade Rowland5 min
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