Our friend, brave Bill Lankhof covered everything under The Sun

Bill Lankhof was in the deskman phase of his of his journalism journey when I began as a Sun intern.

That ‘Lanky’ nickname had double meaning as he’d somehow bend his elongated frame into a regulation chair, tapping his cumbersome old-school computer terminal, a blue highlighter slashing through his page galleys amid swirls of cigarette smoke. His stern glare, moustache and goatee cut an intimidating figure to a newbie, like he’d walked off the portrait of a Dutch Masters cigar box into our chaotic sports department.

Underneath was a clever, creative streak we witnessed night upon night, deadline after deadline, such as when the Maple Leafs called up four players from their St. Catharines farm team. Bill was from rural Chatham and dug through files for an old picture of some hayseed driv