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Since then, I’ve given a lot of talks — perhaps more than a thousand. Since my teens, I have been blathering; and, according to one book reviewer, show no sign of abating. She wrote, and I treasure it, “When Rex Murphy dies, they’ll have to kill his mouth with a stick.”
I’ve given talks to farmers, academics, A&W hamburger-restaurant franchisees (a nicer group of people I have not met), and civil servants at both the provincial and federal level. I spoke once about 15 or so years ago to the Canadian Federation of Municipalities (along with Jack Layton, as it happened) at a meeting in Alberta. We both had fun on the platform. Jack’s text was his own. Wrote it himself. So was mine — as it always is.
I’ve spoken at fundraisers, literary gatherings, at St. Patrick’s Day festivities and three times (John Ivison, please note) at Robbie Burns events in three different cities. I’m very proud to have spoken to Jewish audiences at several Negev dinners, sometimes very emotional affairs.