Long, long ago, in the prehistoric times before the Internet, I was a reporter at a fine Postmedia paper, the Calgary Herald. I’d work there on weekends during law school, to keep myself in Kraft Dinner.
One of my jobs was listening to the police scanner. Whenever there was a big car crash on some local roadway, I’d head out, occasionally with a photogra…
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