If the Telegram editors ever get jammed up for copy, they could easily recycle Ray Guy columns from 40 years ago.
Most people wouldn’t be able to tell the difference between goings on then and now.
Back then, partridgeberries were the economic salvation of this cove or that harbour. These days, cranberries will replace the income from a pulp and paper mill in Grand Falls.
Back then people were complaining about the great partisan conspiracy against the beloved saviour of His People.
These days, Bill Westcott is lacing into Peter Pickersgill on much the same basis. Poor Pickersgill has the extra misfortune of not only being the progeny of mainlanders but of being not pur laine hisself:
Despite spending a lot of his adult life in Salvage, we must remember PIC is not even an (Island-born) Newfoundlander, one of da boys! His genes, I think are rooted in Winnipeg and Ottawa.
That explains everything, of course.
There is no way the truth could be known by someone who wasn’t born here or who doesn’t live here.
Sure John Hickey said so dealing with another one of the confounded traitors:
Of course Mr. Waugh is entitled to his opinions on any and all Labrador matters, even as he writes from the comfort of his Nova Scotia home.
And Bill Westcott?
He writes his truth from Florida.
That must be Florida, Bonavista Bay.