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From: Jim Tufford To: Elizabeth Nickson Sent: Saturday, November 13, 2004 10:25 AM Subject: Elderly Gentleman, Final Update My Dear Miss Nickson, So, you too have been Asperised. You're in good company. Maybe I'll see you in the Western Standard or online. I very much hope so. I've just returned from my Saturday shopping, and for the first time, without the National Post. I'm having an early nip of Lambs Navy and remembering the first edition of the Post. I had been mad with anticipation for weeks, waiting for that Tuesday morning. I ran all over the downtown core [Toronto] checking news stands and coin boxes until finally I found one. All the spanking new coin boxes had been vandalised before a single edition had been printed. Gotta love that liberal tolerance. It was glorious for the first couple of years wasn't it? Since the beginning until today I have never missed a single issue. I paid for every one and never accepted a freebie. I'll still buy it Monday to Friday, after all, the alternatives are out of the question. I'll miss Fulford and Coyne [who is 100% right, 60% of the time], but without you, naah... I like to blame Little Johnny Kay for whatever displeases me about the Post. Perhaps wrongly, but he's such a weenie I'm sure he's responsible somehow. I do love his mother though. Anyway, I want you to know that I've loved all your columns and will miss them greatly. My one conservative friend and I have a theory that about every sixth of your pieces is incomprehensible. I read them over four or five times and finally admit that I don't know what the H,E, double hockey sticks you're getting at. The problem, no doubt, lies with us and not you. I love those columns too. You have been a delight to me Missy and I wish you all God's blessings and hope you make a public return in some form. How about talk radio? With admiration and respect, James Oliver Tufford

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