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WHAT CAUGHT MY EYE

I have the habit of reading newspapers. I like the feel of them, the actual turning the pages; creasing it down the middle and folding it in half gives me a greater satisfaction than reading the same thing on my laptop.


It’s the weekend newspapers, both the Globe and Mail and The Toronto Saturday Star, waiting for me to trundle down the hill and pick them up.


These two are massive with God knows how many sections covering the latest news and everything from the individual sport sections to Business, Entertainment and so on. Puzzles for my wife.

Let’s take this weekend’s Star with its very large oversized heading:


Why is everyone (black)

SO ANGRY? ( red)


How does the Globe attract attention? By filling its front page completely with 111s (one/one/one) with a line through each. The only print that goes with it is: ‘1,000 IN JAIL A GRIM MILESTONE FOR MICHAEL KOVRIG AND MICHAEL SPAVOR’.


Author’s comment: What else caught my eye this past week, enough to cut them out, were these.

- Mushrooms. I love them. There are 100 mushroom farms in Canada producing alone more than 91,000 tones of that little white button mushroom. One grower reinvented his family’s woodlot into a gourmet mushroom business.


And how anyone can grow all different kinds at home in a container, or planted just outside the door.

- An article telling the benefits of visiting Hamilton, Ontario, with the world-renowned botanical gardens, the Canadian War Museum with its First World War planes through to modern jet fighters. Throw in a visit to the HMCS Haida followed by one to Dundurn Castle, and your read is made.

- The third worth reading was under ‘Medically assisted death for people with mental illnesses.’ Grim, but well worth the read.

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