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 photographer in tow. When merited, I’d write a few paragraphs about the crash, and the photographer would take some pictures.

Later on, people would inevitably call in to say we were ghouls and grave robbers and that they were sick of our negativity. They’d say they were cancelling their subscription (we checked, they never did).

But here’s the thing I’d observe when out at the scene of every car crash: everyone – and I mean everyone – wo

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