I grew up on a farm at Gull Lake, Sask. and met my wife Brenda at the University of Saskatchewan. I had no ambition to become a farmer and wanted to get away from the wind and the chaff, so I went to Ottawa. I know. Metaphorically that makes no sense. After I left television, a lady tapped me on the chest and said, “Didn’t you used to be Doug Small?” She remembered the 1989 budget leak story. After 40 years in journalism, I think I can predict it will be the one story that will rate a line in my obituary. It’s certainly the only story that saw me arrested and sent to trial. To this day I can’t imagine not broadcasting that leak. It was my job, any reporter’s job.