by Jonathan Kay - from the National Post
When my father-in-law was a small child growing up in Leeds, his father George would take the family to the movies on weekends. Money was scarce. (George was an underpaid draftsman at the time.) But on the way home from the theatre, as a rule, they would splurge for fish and chips, a fast-food delicacy that, in those times, invariably came sheathed in day-old local newspapers.
But on one fateful occasion in late 1952 — my father-in-law was nine at the time — the family unwrapped their fish and found that the covering was not the Yorkshire Evening Post or the Wetherby News, but something more exotic: Ontario’s own Hamilton Spectator.
No one can explain how that steel-town newspaper travelled across the Atlantic to take its place around these Loiners’ battered haddock. But it changed all their lives — and, in time, mine as well. Read more...
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