I read today that Archbishop Joseph-Aurele Plourde died on Saturday at the ripe old age of 97. Funny the things you remember about people. I actually had a bit of a run-in with the Archbishop, back in the Ottawa Journal days, when I was a night reporter. It was 3 a.m. when the incident began. I remember exactly because 3 a.m. was the time I was finished and I was trying to sneak out before Jake McLean, our night city editor, barked for me to cover a fire or some other kind of police matter. It's what I tell my kids. If you want to be a reporter and you're looking for a bit of action, you can't do better than night shift. Nothing good comes between the hours of 2 a.m. and 6 p.m. Anyway, I was sneaking on my coat and heading for the door when I heard the bells on the teletype machine, which meant something really, really bad had happened. As expected, I heard Jake's sultry tone. "Simpson, get back here." The guys on the desk were laughing their heads o...
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