A FEW DAYS BEFORE I left South Africa a friend asked me to answer a question that had been on his mind: When I looked back from the other side of the world, what would 1 miss most? What would the nostalgic memories fasten upon? He thought of this as he drove home from Durban to Pietermaritzburg, past the edge of the Valley of a Thousand Hills, their wintry yellow lit up by the setting sun.By Arthur Keppel-Jones17 min
For weeks after a blood vessel burst in my head, the only part of my body I could move was my eyelids. In the months since then, I’ve come part of the way out of my silent helplessness. And I'll walk again if it kills me
Trucking companies, sports-car drivers and lazy suburban lawn-trimmers are raising a din that’s no mere nuisance but a menace to public health. Here’s a plea for stiffening the anti-noise laws we already have but aren’t usingBy JUDITH KRANTZ14 min
Where do so many (more than half a million) good Canadians go before they die? Where do motel owners fly the Canadian flag, even though all they may know about Canada is that its money comes in several colors? Where else but inBy ROBERT THOMAS ALLEN14 min
I wasn't quite eight years old when I first got into trouble over a girl. Her name was Charna; she lived upstairs from me on St. Urbain Street, and we had played together without incident for years. Then, one spring afternoon, it seemed to me that I’d had enough of marbles and One-Two-Three-RED LIGHT! and other childish games. I was bored.By MORDECAI RICHLER12 min
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