The largest part of my career in the media has been in the world of television but my earliest memories of broadcast are from radio. When King George VI died in 1952, I have a clear memory of the radio announcement. I was six years old. The news was
Vince Gallant is dead. He had a good run at it and was well into his 80s when he passed. I hadn’t seen Vince much recently. A couple of times at Radio Television News Directors meetings but that was about it. When he worked with NTV News, though, I
Last Sunday I went to Mass in Topsail as I almost always do. It is a quiet time in church and there are worse things in the world you can get up to. I like it and I actually get something from it. That is a complicated notion and
I was out on Three Island Pond a few weeks ago for a skate with my family and skating was very difficult for me. I am approaching 78 with the “best before date” looking at me – at least from a skating perspective. Anyone who says age is only
You probably watched the Buffalo Bills-Kansas City Chiefs NFL game on TV recently. How would I know that? Well, I can say that with some confidence because I do know that the TV viewing audience was about 40 million in North America. That is right. It is hard to
Occasionally, I write something that is a tad clever; or occasionally I have what I think at least is an original thought. Then I find regularly that someone else has beaten me to that notion.
Writing op-ed pieces in Newfoundland means that I have often been
It is easy to write in support of popular notions. Working the other side of the street is not nearly so easy. At issue today is the post- game handshake in minor hockey. I am against it. It is an area wrought with difficulties. It is not a simple
Another page has fluttered gently from the calendar. That page was December and is now remembered as 2023. It is an image of the rolling year. Another image would be something like sand through the hourglass. They both work in giving some understanding of the time-space continuum. They are
You find Christmas and its spirit and meaning in the strangest of places. I was in a shopping mall one day last week. At first blush it is about as far away from the manger in Bethlehem as you can get. But even in a mall, that ultimate shrine
We all have a favourite Christmas song. Mine has always been Silent Night. My second favourite, though, isn’t Adeste Fideles or Little Town of Bethlehem. It certainly isn’t The Little Drummer Boy or even Royal David’s City. It is instead the dark and mournful Fairytale of New York. It