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FIRE! at Total Loss Farm — the case of the missing mailbox

A CURIOUS PHOTO of this lost object suddenly appeared in my email recently, under the subject line “Total Loss artifact.” I gasped when I opened the attachment.

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The story of a tiny Covid obsession

He would bring home bound mock-ups of books with blank pages and give them to Rose. She loved to draw in the dummies, making her own illustrated books. She took for granted the sturdy binding, with sheets folded and sewn into signatures, then attached to the hard covers with glue or stitching.

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Zen and the art of bike tripping

Our copy got wet one night during a thunderstorm on the prairies, and we carried it for weeks on top of our gear to dry it out again. I read Zen, but didn’t really understand much of it. Everyone seemed to be reading it in the 1970s, making its author an unlikely star. It eventually sold five million copies over 40-plus years.

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Bob White was progressive, charismatic and fearless

I only spoke with Bob White one time, at a labour convention in the early 1990s, but I observed him closely during the decade I worked in the labour movement. He was a street-smart leader, an excellent orator and a risk-taker who was always confident of his vision. Jerry Dias, the current head of Unifor (formerly the Canadian Auto Workers, the union where White made his biggest contribution) said on Sunday, “You sure felt a lot stronger when you had Bob White sitting beside you.”

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Guelph arts couple are a formidable pas de deux

Meeting Judith Yan and Amanda Paterson in their new home on Talbot Street in Guelph, you see immediately that each admires the other. They don’t exactly finish each other’s sentences, but each enlarges on their partner’s responses to questions, especially if they think the other person is underselling themselves.

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A tale of two Lees, Harper and Fanny (mostly the latter)

When I would visit my friend Neal Evans’s house as a teenager, it was always full of his mother Lee’s presence. This included artistic vigour, lots of projects, and a strong dose of social activism in the air. Lee and her husband Sam led the youth group at the United Church where my father was the minister. Although it was very uncool to be attending a youth group at a church that was, unfortunately, across the street from my high school, Lee and Sam actually made it fun and relevant.