Last night I dreamed I went back to the Toronto Star newsroom again. I step into the lobby at One Yonge Street and then take the elevator to the fifth floor. In my dream, Conrad Black is on the elevator.…
Last night I dreamed I went back to the Toronto Star newsroom again. I step into the lobby at One Yonge Street and then take the elevator to the fifth floor. In my dream, Conrad Black is on the elevator.…
When Hartley Steward was the London correspondent for the Toronto Sun, he got to be friends with Vic Chapman, the Canadian who at the time was the press secretary to Prince Charles. Vic and his wife were provided with the…
There will be no more chicken pot pie.The summer of things ending–has ended. I know it’s over because the Toronto Film Festival concludes this weekend. From here on in it’s downhill to bleak winter. So as the weekend approaches, I’m…
The first time I heard of Gina Mallet, the Toronto theatre community was trying to get her fired. A press conference had been called to demand that something be done about The Toronto Star’s new drama critic, a former Time magazine writer…
The ghosts are always at their Underwoods now, and I seem to be walking around with a constantly heavy heart in memory of them. Last week, Greg Quill, old neighbour, friend, Star colleague, and erstwhile screenwriting partner made his exit.…
Every year about this time I think of El Sid and six green beans. El Sid was my nick-name for Sid Adilman, the legendary Toronto Star entertainment reporter. For years in May, El Sid and I would head for the Cannes…