Boy from Nowhere
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Born in Hearne, Saskatchewan, in 1932, Allan Fotheringham has had a distinguished career. Dubbed «Dr. Foth,» Fotheringham graduated from the University of British Columbia and has worked for numerous news organizations, including the Vancouver Sun , Southam News, The Financial Post , Sun Media, the Globe and Mail , and most notably as a long-time columnist for Maclean's . His career has taken him to many places on almost every continent as a correspondent and allowed him to meet many renowned personalities, from Robert F. Kennedy, Ronald Reagan, and Brian Mulroney to The Beatles, Pierre Trudeau, and Nelson Mandela. For ten years he was a panellist on the popular CBC-TV show Front Page Challenge , and he's won many awards, including the National Magazine Award for Humour, a National Newspaper Award for Column Writing, and the Bruce Hutchinson Life Achievement Award. Time once described Allan Fotheringham as «Canada's most consistently controversial newspaper columnist … a tangier critic of complacency has rarely appeared in a Canadian newspaper.»
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WHAT THEY SAY ABOUT ALLAN FOTHERINGHAM
“Allan Fotheringham is a gifted and incisive writer. He wrote with penetrating insight and satire — often mischievous, almost never cruel. In private, Allan was caring and conscientious — sensitive to the feelings and problems of others, especially toward those who struggle with misfortune. The young and shy enjoyed his company because he was self-effacing, encouraging, and supportive toward those who were tentative and unsure in conversation in whatever context.”
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And, like today, when school kids watch a hotshot pull into the school parking lot with a Ferrari or a Porsche, we little kids gawked at the big boys as they came in on their ponies. The star was a guy who rode a pinto stallion pony, black and white, which snorted and had wild eyes and was hard to control. That guy was the star like the kid with the Porsche today.
My first recollection as a young child (about three or four) was of a large cactus across the only street in Hearne. I said to my younger brother, Jack (who must have been two or three), “Let’s see who can sit down closest to the cactus. You go first.” I can almost remember thinking at the time: How dumb can you be to take that offer?
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