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Michael Atkins

When I’m sixty-four

When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now Will you still be sending me a valentine, birthday greetings, bottle of wine? If I'd been out 'til quarter to three, would you lock the door? Will you still need me, will you still feed me when I'

Success is measured by the quality of succession

Occasionally, we do the right thing in Northern Ontario. We focus on the right stuff, stay with it, attract broad-based support, stop competing with one another long enough to get something done and we move the hash marks forward.

Will it be the violins or the oars?

It was greatly anticipated, widely commented on, had our attention for a few days, and then receded back into the ether as quickly as it arrived.

The speed of change is numbing

When I was 11 or 12 and living in Toronto I acquired a tiny crystal radio set which could keep me entertained for hours, mostly under the covers at night long after I was supposed to be asleep.

So who are we going to be now?

There is a term which more or less began with Karl Marx and his Communist Manifesto and went on to be popularized by Joseph Schumpeter, an Austrian-American economist of some renown.

Yes, we need a third-party financial manager

Unless you have been on holiday in the Himalayas without access to a cell phone, newspapers, computers, or television and radio signals, you have learned about the appalling living conditions in Attawapiskat.

I hope I’m as good at 75

I’m in Halifax. It is November 11th. The rain is pelting down from the aftermath of yet another tropical storm making its way up the coast.

Will the politics of Wall Street come north?

I think I’m part of the one per cent. You know the one per cent they are talking about on the streets of New York, London, Toronto, Rome, etc. I didn’t mean to be part of the one per cent.

A surprisingly competitive election in Ontario

I have no idea how many elections I’ve observed but it is fair to say in three score and a few years I’ve seen enough to fill a bread box. Sometimes you know exactly what is going to happen and you await the crowning with enthusiasm or despair.

Murdoch, corruption and the price of concentration

I happened to be in London, England a few weeks ago when the Murdoch scandal was just getting under way. It was quite fun to pick up a couple of newspapers each day at the Tube watching this thing play out.