I once met Stuart McLean, the legendary Canadian broadcaster who died yesterday. It was both my brush with fame and utter modesty.
The occasion was the aftermath of a very tragic time, in the 1980s, in St. Catharines, Ontario where I worked in private radio. Several men had been arrested for sexual encounters in a local mall washroom, one of whom committing suicide when he set himself on fire in his car.
Stuart stopped by the radio station one evening, hoping to use our facilities to process some tape for the CBC. I was pleased to let him do so. I didn’t meet Stuart the comedian that night. He seemed quite devastated by all that had transpired in town, including the public naming of all those who had been charged, the St. Catharines Standard newspaper the lone exception in the media storm.
It was an ugly story to be covering, which he did for Peter Gzowski’s “Morningside”. I can recall “driveway moments” of my own with Stuart, listening to him while idling the car in the radio station parking lot.