Author: Jim Furlong

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Several years ago I wrote a piece about the difficulties of working for print in terms of making an error as opposed to writing for “broadcast news”, which is more forgiving. You can get away with things in broadcast news and the general rule of thumb is to keep going

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Like you I am growing quickly tired of the steadily rising cost of electricity. My poorly insulated home was essentially warmed by electric heat. It was brutal. That little wheel outside in the electric meter on the house was flying around in winter like a ninja death star. Four years

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Well known writer, historian and journalist Will Self once wrote, “It’s a problem, isn’t it, when somebody writes a great book but they’re not a great person.” 
This week we tell the story, or part of it, of the very odd Charles Dodgson. He was a mathematics lecturer at Oxford

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Life is a funny thing. It is a journey of extremes in terms of the full gamut of human emotions. It is filled with broad smiles and sometimes bitter tears. 
The royal wedding last week of Prince Harry and Meghan Markle was a great “time out” for us from the

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“It won’t be long now.” That’s what former Premier Frank Moores used to say, but he wasn’t talking about the legalization of cannabis. 
In just a month and a bit you are going to be able to sidle up to the counter in a number of locations in the province

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(From the May 13-19 issue)
I felt for the council of Springdale a few weeks ago and the controversy over its decision not to paint the rainbow symbol on a town crosswalk to show support for the LGBTQ community. 
The problem is the reaction to council’s “No” decision. The town

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I remember telling you a year or more ago that I no longer drove the Outer Ring Road in St. John’s when it was raining because that road, when wet, was simply too dangerous.
There are ruts in the Outer Ring that make it look like the old Oregon Trail

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When we headed back to St. John’s from Port aux Basques, we had no sense of the trip being a part of history. We had come out to Port aux Basques as the west-bound part of the express train Caribou that ran on across Newfoundland. The nickname Newfie Bullet never

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