I grew up in the tiny village of Bellegarde, Sask., where media was scarce but my dad, Gilles, was a devout viewer of The National and subscriber to the Regina Leader-Post, which was delivered 250 kilometres down the highway every day. I grew up watching Ann Medina's meticulous coverage of conflict in the Middle East and reading Bob Hughes hilariously take apart the latest follies of the 1980s Saskatchewan Roughriders. (I was, and remain, a Bombers fan.) These two people lived the lives of kings to my 10-year-old eyes. So I followed.
