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I haven't been able to find a single article online, but apparently Neil's dad, famous columnist Scott Young has died.

As I cannot find anything online confirming this, I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think so. Presuming I'm right, I extend my condolences to Neil.

Old man take a look at my life.

I'm a lot like you were...

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Well, it's true. It's now reported online. This is from Globe and Mail online one hour ago...

Scott Young, 87

Monday, June 13, 2005 Updated at 9:15 PM EDT

Canadian Press

Peterborough, Ont. — Canadian journalist and author Scott Young has died at the age of 87.

Mr. Young — father of pop music icon Neil Young — died Sunday in Kingston, Ont.

He travelled the world covering the Second World War, the assassination of John F. Kennedy and nearly every major sporting event in North America.

“He was someone who preferred to be at home,” Margaret Hogan, his wife of 25 years, said Monday from Kingston.

“He went to bed early, he got up early. He wrote early in the morning. He was a writer, he was a kind, hospitable person who loved to walk in the country and follow the seasons.”

Mr. Young was born April 14, 1918, in Cypress River, Man.

He lived with his mother and other relatives in several Prairie towns after his parents split up when he was 13.

As an adult, Mr. Young would follow a similar path.

He married three times and had a total of seven children and step-children.

Mr. Young began his journalism career as a sports reporter at the Winnipeg Free Press.

He moved to The Canadian Press in Toronto at the age of 23 after the paper refused to give him a raise.

Mr. Young told CP in 1994 that Free Press managing editor George Ferguson told him, “You will never be worth more than $25 a week to the Winnipeg Free Press.”

Mr. Young covered both news and sports for CP, and covered the Second World War from London.

In 1957, Mr. Young joined The Globe and Mail as a sports columnist.

He covered Grey Cups, World Series, Stanley Cups, the Olympics and even appeared on Hockey Night in Canada broadcasts.

Mr. Young also worked for Maclean's magazine and the Toronto Telegram.

He gave up newspapers in 1980.

Apart from his accomplished newspaper career, he also wrote 45 books.

His novels and non-fiction work included The Flood, the two Arctic thrillers Murder in a Cold Climate and The Shaman's Knife, and 1984's Neil and Me, about his relationship with his famous rock 'n' roll son.

Ms. Hogan said her husband hadn't written anything in years.

Peterborough Mayor Sylvia Sutherland said Mr. Young, who owned a farm in nearby Cavan, left a void in the landscape of Canadian journalism.

“He was one of the outstanding journalists of his time,” she said. “He had an incisive intelligence.

“He knew how to get a good story. I love Scott. I miss him a lot, everybody will. He's one of the great legends of Canadian journalism and it's a loss to those of us who love journalism.”

Ms. Sutherland said she first met Mr. Young in the mid-1960s, when she worked at the Toronto Telegram.

“We became close friends in the '70s when we all moved to Peterborough,” she said.

Ms. Hogan said she and her husband moved to Kingston last October to be closer to her family. But they kept the family farm in Cavan.

“We still use and love the farm,” said Ms. Hogan.

“In the late '60s he was looking for property,” said Ms. Hogan. “He settled on this property in the Cavan hills.”

The couple was there just two weeks ago, the last time Ms. Sutherland saw her friend.

“Right until the end he was a very graceful and gracious man,” she said. “He had been ill for a number of years, but he was still the same sweet Scott. He loved to talk about the old days in journalism and it was fun to do that with him.”

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Growing up as i did across from a rink (Harold Harvey in Kingston), the Scott Young trilogy - Scrubs on Skates/Boy on Defence/Boy at the Leafs' Camp - was an absolute must read. In fact, those 3 books carried a bunch of us guys thru elementary school. Every time the good Sister asked the class to write a story, we would rewrite one of these stories, and every time they asked us to do a book report, we would report on one of these books and then trade the reports among ourselves so we didn't have to write new reports the next time. We probably handed in 20+ reports (many the exact same...give or take a word or 2) on the same three books in the same school year....and then did the same the next year...and the next!

They weren't literary masterpieces, but they successfully captured a young lad's hockey dreams and saved our educational butts!

Thank you, Scott.


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Every time I go to the main floor at work, I'm greeted by a picture of Scott Young - probably taken when he was in his late 50's early 60's. You can't miss the resemblance to Neil.

He was so much more than just a father of a famous musician. Scott had a good run, although I would have liked to run into him on the streets of Kingston ( he moved to the area there last year ).

R.I.P. Scott.

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rip scott young

yup i had the pleasure of visiting scott at his home in the cavan hills (though i thought it was more in the town of omeemee). he was all class. =) two summers ago, when i was working as a pool boy in the peterborough area. i posted a nice big story of it.. i'll find it.

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I liked your story, KevO. Thanks for the link.

Too bad you didn't meet Neil, but you were in the presence of his greatness, and that's the important thing.

I did meet The Man once a while back, but it was also a less-than-stellar meeting. To make a long story short, my friend "Ed" (from Ancaster and also a friend of Esau's) and I snuck into the VIP party after Neil was given the Governor General's award at the NAC (or was it the Congress Centre?) in Ottawa. When we met Neil, he didn't speak. Instead, he shook our hands, and made a motion with his hand like he was writing. The guy who was escorting him said, "Neil would like to sign an autograph for you. Do you have a pen?"

What kinda long-haired freaks carry pens anyway?!!?? Neil shrugged, and without our autographs, Ed and I went dancing out of that place walking on air.

C'mon Neil; come to Live 8......

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