At 3 a.m., Dr. Fred Fallis awoke to what he thought was a crank call—a gruff, scratchy voice panting at the other end of the phone. But it turned out to be something more ominous—the contorted voice of his 20-year-old daughter, Betty Joan, desperately gasping for air.By Linda McQuaig
The dour 68-year-old Scottish woman seemed an unlikely type to be charging the police with assault. But, trembling with emotion, Mary Ashcroft told a Toronto court what happened late one night last summer when she was roused from sleep by two policemen knocking at her door.By Linda McQuaig
Almost everyone in the northern New Mexico hill town of San Cristobal, nestled comfortably below the snowcapped peaks of the Sangre de Cristo Mountains, can tell you where to find Senor Cleofes Vigil. Sheep rancher, blacksmith, wood-carver, sculptor, singer, guitarist, storyteller, poet, painter, adobe builder and huntsman—Vigil is all of these and more: he is a self-appointed curator in an invisible museum housing memories of the vibrant culture of his grandfather’s days.By Daniel Burstein
The persistent, nerve-shattering Hangings could have driven bats from the Peace Tower belfry. Last week, the Commons division bells— which summon MPs to vote—rang uninterrupted and without result in an unprecedented marathon. To the hard-line Conservatives they were “the bells of freedom,” pealing in protest against a federal plot to shove indigestible legislation down Parliament’s throat.By Mary Janigan
It is well past midnight in the onenight-stand land of indoor track-and-field meets. Debbie Brill, Canada’s foremost high jumper, takes off two pairs of warm-up pants and reveals the legs that have inspired sports columnists across the land and have been genetically coded to leap tall buildings in a single bound.By Jane O’Hara
Never before has one of your stories affected me like the March 1 cover The Cruel Sea. On Feb. 15 I first learned of the sinking of the Ocean Ranger from my sister-in-law in Newfoundland. When the rig sank, it took my brother with it. His was one of the first 20 bodies recovered.
Todd Grignon stared across his wintry fields at the dismembered carcass of CP Rail’s Train 405 and pondered a woeful future. The 22-yearold mink rancher, extended precariously on loans of $237,500, will not know exactly how shaky his position is for eight weeks, when he can count the offspring of his 1,150 breeders.
When a gleaming new high-rise shoots up in downtown Calgary, it often provokes a little game among bored office workers. The object is to remember which building previously occupied that spot, and since some are less than 10 years old when they fall victim to demolition crews, the game can be expanded to three or even four buildings ago.By Gillian Steward
There was a special symbolism in Madam Justice Bertha Wilson’s appointment to the Supreme Court of Canada last week. It was not just a case of another institution being opened to women. The Supreme Court is the institution that ruled within Wilson’s own lifetime that women were not legally persons at all.
Most of the time we Canadians are little more than wispy grey wraiths in the eyes of the rest of the world; but once a year we do manage to grab the international spotlight. It happens each March when impresario Roméo LeBlanc, minister of fisheries and oceans, stages his famous extravaganza: The Ice Is Red.By Farley Mowat
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