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Jul 17, 2014 23:10

Everything feels like it is dead or dying, in the literal and melodramatic sense of the word.

I have a summer cold and it won't quit.

It feels like where I work is going up in flames. One of my favourite journalists retires this week and I don't know whether I'll send this or not.

Rick MacInnes-Rae,

You often thank us for listening, but we rarely thank you for speaking.

For speaking, for asking hard questions, for making some of the most powerful journalism I have ever heard on the airwaves of CBC Radio.

Thank you for your incredibly powerful tribute at the very end of the last episode of Dispatches.

I didn't have the nerve, or the disposition, to call or write when it went off the air, but I do now.

I'll never forget the strange sadness I felt when I first heard that program was cancelled,

and the even stranger brand of melancholy when I heard you signed off, "We brought you the world."

I never imagined someone could write such a fitting tribute to a phenomenal show.

But then again, there aren't very many people like Rick MacInnes-Rae in the world. went off the air.

Write like drunken poets!

It has been a delightful surprise every time I've stumbled upon you guest hosting various programs, but I imagine it's never been quite the same for you.
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