I found it interesting to read what Peter Worthington’s final thoughts were about the paper he helped to found in his auto-obituary:
Of course, there is the Toronto Sun, which was never as good a newspaper as it could have been, but which was always a fun place to work, with good people who seemed to be forever being replaced by other good people.
The Sun was always pretty tolerant of me and, I must say, I was pretty tolerant of it from time to time. We both served each other’s purpose.
Not great, high turnover, and a necessary evil — or am I reading that wrong?