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Growing up in the small town of Hartney in the southwest corner of Manitoba, Grant Little believed that the Royal Canadian Mounted Police "hung the moon.

Everybody agrees it was a dirty job. When Canadian Peacekeepers arrived in Croatia in 1993, many had to work near abandoned industrial sites destroyed during the war that had torn apart the old Yugoslavia. Some got covered in reddish grit while filling sandbags.

Long before the arrival of European visitors, the Cree of northern Saskatchewan used the area's rivers for communication. Travellers carried information by canoe from community to community.

If the tabloids had their way, this royal wedding would be remembered as the saga of Sophie's bared breast. It is a poignant story, even a little tawdry, about a bashful prince and a canny career girl.

It is the immigrants who best grasp how difficult it is to be different in a new society - and how much ferocious will is required to succeed.

Pinchas Zukerman silences the 46-member NATIONAL ARTS CENTRE Orchestra with a frustrated wince. The musicians' rehearsal of Mendelssohn's Sinfonia No.

Those may be welcome words to many of the high court's critics. Although the Supreme Court has escaped some of the opprobrium Canadians feel towards so many of their national institutions, there is still a swell of complaints that the court is tampering in areas best left to elected legislators.

Nothing special united the 217 people aboard EgyptAir's ill-fated flight 990. There were babies, teenagers and senior citizens; newlyweds and old married couples; doctors, pharmacists, journalists and lawyers; Christians, Jews and Muslims.

Department of fisheries and oceans officers were waiting as the crew of My Best Yet, an 11-m lobster boat, climbed onto the wharf in Yarmouth, N.S., one afternoon last week. Within minutes, the situation turned ugly. The authorities left the full-blooded Mi'kmaq who owned the boat alone.

Ron Basford's name did not come up on Parliament Hill last week.

It was a real eye-opener of a wake-up call - but Bob Rabinovitch isn't complaining. Two weeks ago, the Montreal native and his wife, Cecil, were on vacation in Hawaii when the telephone rang in their hotel room at 3 a.m.

Admittedly, 57-year-old Duff Waddell is a man who embraces excess. Practically every morning he is up at 5:30, pulling on his jogging shorts and gulping a glass of orange juice before heading off for a one-hour run. By 8:15, he is in the small office where he practises real estate law.

In the devastated western Turkish town of Korfez last week, Kemal Bekci, 39, stood in front of a five-storey building that was leaning oddly sideways. "I lived here for seven years," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. Then he added, almost in a whisper: "My two sons died.

Over the rest of his lunch, Green, now Canada's hottest comedy export, receives similar attention. But it is nothing like the hysteria he has generated south of the border.