Rick MacInnes-Rae says goodbye

Sixty-six countries and I wind up back where it allbegan. And frankly, in 37 years, I've yet to findone better than Canada.

I started with the CBC in Toronto as a trainee TVreporter in 1976. Walked in with longish hair anda powder-blue denim lounge suit.(What can I say? It was the '70s. My boss wore a dashiki to work and he was Jewish.)

Initially, they threw the soft stuff at "the Kid."

Baby elephant getting a tetanus shot? Assign theKid.They're stocking the city fishponds? The Kid.

After that, the Kid had other thoughts. It was the Watergate era after all.

He hid a mic under his powder-blue jacket andparked a hidden camera across the road to expose a nest of scalpers profiteering off amysteriously large bloc of tickets to the '76Olympics in Montreal.

That was a good day.

They weren't all like that.Reviewing the raw film of an angry picket line in St. John's, the camera took in something Ihadn't:A guy in the crowd behind me with a knife.

There's a flash of silver and an eight-inch serrated blade is suddenly visible until the crowd surges aroundhim and bears him away.

Then there was the time in northern NewBrunswick, shooting an interview on the povertyamong Acadians.

When the camera turned off, this substantialmatriarch of one sprawling family fixed me withher very dark eyes, and in halting English said, "If I don't like the picture story you make, I got eleven sons, and they're gonna find you andmash your neck."

On the road

The course of my career was coming clearer.It was going to be dodgy.

So I shouldn't have been surprised to find myself later immersed in conflicts in El Salvador, inChechnya, in Gaza, Northern Ireland, the Gulf, and Bosnia, so much Bosnia.

When the money ran out and I was repatriatedto Canada from the CBC's London bureau, I felt I could identify emerging stories around the world and shape how they were covered.

Luckily someone in CBC management thought it was a good idea and the CBC Radio program Dispatcheswas born as an 11-week show that wound up lasting 12 years (using an unforgettabletheme that helped pad out Mark Knopfler'sroyalties fund.)

For 12 years I was able to share the stories of our correspondents with Canadians, offering them a forum for their craft and their words that the confines of daily news could not.

And how they shone!

See, once you get the hang of news gathering, the writing becomes the thing for many reporters.Just the right economy of words.

You strive for the power of the six-word novel.You know the one I mean.

"For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn."

You want to find the lyrics that release the listener's inner baggage, make them thrill tothe words and music of sound and imagination.

So I did that for 12 years, until the moneyran out again, then told stories onmy own as your World Affairs Correspondentfor a couple more.

But now I'm choosing repatriation to the life ofa civilian. No more stressing about how to stay on top of every crisis in the world, real or emerging.

No more botching foreign names. (Funny howyou can carry a tune in music and have a tin earfor some spoken words; guilty.)

And I got out before anybody mashed my neck.

But I'll still try to find the words. I have someplans that may be the genesis of a book aboutthe opening up of Canada's Maritimes, and theinjustice done to one man who helped do it.

(He just happens to have been the first of my family into this country, and therein lies thebeating heart of that story.)

I don't think we Canadians know enough aboutour own history. I think there's more to tell.

So from now on, I'm going to be lookingback for my stories instead of forward.

But I'll always thrill to the four words I hearfrom this place almost every day of my 37 years here. You know the ones I mean.

"CBC News has learned."

Goodbye.