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I live in Brisbane, Australia, almost halfway around the world from Kingston, Ont., home of my alma mater, Queen’s University. That’s a long way away to have a bone to pick with the current principal of my former university, but here goes.
The problem started when I received a recent issue of the university’s in-house magazine for graduates, the Queen’s Alumni Review, specifically, the third issue for 2020. I’ve received myriad issues of this journal over the years, having graduated from Queen’s Law School back in 1985, with a Queen’s B.A. (1982) before that, and having played on the varsity basketball team for three years. In fact, I come from a dyed-in-the-wool Queen’s family: my Golden Gael relatives include my wife, both my kids, my sister, both my parents, a paternal uncle, and my two maternal grandparents, my grandmother being one of the first women to have graduated from this or any Canadian university.