After 31 years, the bitter memories remain: on the massacre at the Poly and its aftermath

It was late on a December afternoon, the early winter dark a gathering gloom, a light, wet snow beginning to fall.          I was in the large, well-lit newsroom at the old Gazette building on St. Antoine St., writing a city column on crack dealers working the area near the Georges-Vanier Métro when I saw assignment editor Catherine …

Advertisement