With enemies like this, who needs friends?
In an era of 'politics is war,' Gord Brown and I were supposed to be enemies. We were supposed to lay awake at night and plot each other’s demise and we were supposed to see each other as an obstacle to all that was righteous. Suffice to say that never happened.
One of the aspects of public life that does not get enough attention is the constant compromises that must be made and it is easy to rationalize a work ethic that leaves little time for family. Although Gord worked at making time, his sudden and tragic passing has robbed his family of his post-political life and my heart goes out to them. The Hill Times photograph by Sam Garcia