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People always tut-tut when a couple decides to shack up. But when Canada announces it will share embassies with the U.K., the criticism is a little different.

A matter of source. One of this country's leading columnists -- the Globe and Mail's Margaret Wente -- is accused of plagiarism.

New students aren't just unpacking -- they might also be packing. Professors at a Colorado university are worried about a court decision allowing people to carry a concealed weapon on campus.

The master of the platters that mattered. Remembering Sam Sniderman -- who turned his passion for music into a nationwide chain of record stores.

Where the teats have new names. A listener writes in about an old "As It Happens" interview concerning how to milk a moose -- a conversation that resulted in udder confusion.

And...a stranger thing is happening. A Canadian man travels to Ireland to find a woman he met once and barely spoke with -- and Irish bookies lay odds that show they're having second thoughts about his love at first sight.

As It Happens, the Monday edition. Radio with the story of a man seeking a spouse -- for bettors, or for worse.

The reaction to Canada's decision to share some embassies with Britain has been swift and angry.

Some are calling it a sell-out. Others say it's colonialism in another guise. And one former diplomat is arguing that it compromises the Canadian brand.

As you heard on the news, this afternoon Canada's and Britain's foreign ministers officially announced the deal -- calling it a practical step.

Jeremy Kinsman is a former Canadian ambassador. He's been stationed in Moscow, Rome, London and Brussels. We reached him in Victoria.

It's the stuff of mobster movies and gangster shows on HBO. But drugs, violence and crime were part of real life for Joseph Pistone -- better known to millions by his mafia alias, "Donnie Brasco".

In the nineteen-seventies, the legendary undercover FBI agent was an associate of the Bonnano and Colombo crime families of New York. His work led to the arrest of at least two hundred mobsters. And since then, he has served as expert on mob culture and mentality.

Today, the seventy-three-year-old Mr. Pistone brought his knowledge to the Charbonneau Commission, which is looking into corruption and collusion in Quebec's construction industry. Sitting behind a screen, his face hidden from the cameras and the media, he answered questions from Sonia Lebel, the commission's lawyer. He spoke about how life in the Mafia works -- and about some of the big players in New York's crime families.

Here is part of his testimony, explaining why the public has to change the way they think about organized crime.

"Media Culpa."

That's the name of a blog maintained by Ottawa artist Carol Wainio. As the name suggests, the blog exposes what Ms. Wainio believes to be substandard journalism. Lately, her spotlight has been focusing on one Canadian journalist in particular: Globe and Mail columnist Margaret Wente.

On Friday, the Globe's Public Editor, Sylvia Stead, responded to some of the issues raised by Ms Wainio. Ms. Stead included an explanation from Ms. Wente. But Carol Wainio isn't satisfied, and neither is John Miller.

He's the founding Chair of Ryerson University's Journalism Department and professor emeritus. We reached Mr. Miller in Port Hope, Ontario.

Sandy Crocker is a true romantic whose quest for true love will warm the cockles of your heart. Alternatively, Sandy Crocker is a vaguely disturbing crackpot whose quest for true love will chill you to the core.

For some reason, Mr. Crocker's story elicits wildly different responses from different people. And here is that story: more than a year ago, Mr. Crocker -- who is Canadian -- travelled to Ireland, where he met the woman of his dreams. The problem is that he doesn't know her name, and he spoke to her for just a couple of minutes. And now he's returned to Ireland to seek out that mystery woman, who may or may not want to be found.

In Ireland, there is endless speculation about Mr. Crocker's quest, and its possible endings. So much so that one bookmaker is getting in on the action. Ladbrokes Ireland has started placing odds on the outcome of Mr. Crocker's journey.

Hayley O'Connor works for Ladbrokes. We reached her in Dublin.

For professors, the first weeks back on campus are always unnerving. There are those first lectures to worry about; the uncertainty about attendance; and, of course, all those new students' names to memorize.

But this year at the University of Colorado Boulder, they're also wondering which of those students might be carrying a gun.

A ruling by the State Supreme Court this spring made it possible to carry a concealed weapon on campus -- something that hadn't been allowed for over four decades.

Concerned staff members met on Friday, and Karen Jacobs was among them. She teaches English at the University of Colorado Boulder, and we reached at home, in Boulder.

Egyptian-born Canadian Nader Fawzy says he had nothing to do with the making of the now-infamous anti-Islam movie "Innocence of Muslims".

But he's not entirely surprised by the attention he's getting from the Egyptian government -- which has now placed his name on a list of people "wanted" in Egypt, for allegedly being involved in the making of the movie. After all, he has ruffled Egyptian feathers in the past over that country's treatment of Coptic Christians.

Still, the government's move has his him fearing for his and his family's safety. So much so that, over the weekend, he asked for police protection.

Nader Fawzy is a Coptic Christian activist. He is in Toronto.

It was as iconic a Toronto landmark as the CN Tower.

Long before the intersection of Yonge and Dundas streets was taken over by flashing-pixel billboards, there were the spinning neon discs of Sam the Record Man.

Sam Sniderman, the man who built Canada's most iconic record shop, died yesterday. He was ninety-two.

Mr. Sniderman started selling records out of his brother's radio repair shop, a few blocks away from Yonge and Dundas, in 1937. He was so successful that they eventually changed the store's name from Snider Radio Sales to Sam the Record Man. When Sam's record shop outgrew that location, in 1961, he moved it to Yonge Street, where it continued to grow -- at its peak occupying several buildings and four floors.

It was a mecca for any music fan in Canada.

And it was more than a business for Mr. Sniderman. He would walk the floors of his shop, ready to dig up the obscure and the rare, and the downright strange, for any customer who asked.

He also was a huge promoter of Canadian music. At one point, he tried to start an all-Canadian record company, and he helped launch the careers of The Guess Who, Joni Mitchell and Gordon Lightfoot -- performers who regularly showed up in Mr. Sniderman's office, where he would frequently give them cash out of his own pocket.

However, like many record stores, the last decade, and changing technology, proved too much for a man selling vinyl.

In 2001, Sam the Record Man went bankrupt, and the building was knocked down in 2007.

But back in 1971, Sam Sniderman was the king of Canadian music. Here he is, in February of that year, speaking to Danny Finkelman and Helen Hutchinson on the CBC Radio program, "Matinee."

Here at "As it Happens" we do our best to keep you abreast of stories as they develop. And on very rare occasions, something in the way we tell the story becomes a story itself.

Cal Marcoux of Toronto provided a perfect example of what I'm talking about, in this email he wrote over the weekend. Here's what it said, although we've paraphrased it slightly -- you'll understand why in a moment:

"I have a challenge for the long-timers on staff.... I'm looking for the episode where either Barbara Budd or Mary Lou Finlay (I forget which) jumped in with the word when the telephone guest was struggling for it (in reference to animal farming of some kind...). Anyone there remember it? It was pretty funny at the time -- that matter-of-fact approach. Can somebody help? Thanks."

Well, we're pretty sure we know which infamous Mary Lou udder-ance Mr. Marcoux is referring to. But we decided to call up Mr. Marcoux to see if we were right. And just a heads-up -- there's a bit of spicy language in this segment.

He was known as a "gallant" soldier, and ninety-five years after his death, he's finally been given a proper memorial.

During the First World War, Alfred Gyde Heaven enlisted with the Canadian military in Grand Forks, B.C. He was just sixteen years old. At seventeen, Corporal Heaven fought at Vimy Ridge, where he was wounded and later died at a hospital in Shrewsbury, England on April 21, 1917.

Corporal Heaven was buried there, but for almost a century his gravesite went unrecognized by the military. That is, until Saturday, when dignitaries gave him a proper memorial and a proper gravestone.

Philip Morris is a member of the Shropshire War Memorial Association and he was at the ceremony. We reached him in Shrewsbury, in Shropshire, England.

For the Boogaard family, the time has come for accountability.

Derek Boogaard was an NHL player who died in May 2011 of an accidental drug overdose. At least, that was the immediate cause of death.

As his father, Len, discovered after months of investigating the events that lead up to his son's death, Derek's serious drug addiction was obvious to everyone he worked with -- but they kept him on the ice anyway.

On Friday, Derek's parents, Len and Joanne, filed a lawsuit against the NHL Players Association. They hope to recover the money Derek would have earned in the rest of his contract with the New York Rangers, plus damages. They say the association failed to file a grievance for the salary before the deadline.

The Boogaards are leaving open the possibility of more lawsuits.

In June, Carol spoke with Len Boogaard about what he learned about Derek's death. Here is part of their conversation, from our archives.

The people of Port Hawkesbury, Nova Scotia have, to put it lightly, been through the mill.

When they went to mass on Saturday afternoon, it was with heavy hearts after the news that the deal to save the local NewPage paper mill had collapsed. But by mass time on Sunday morning, the deal had been revived. And with nervous anticipation, they are now waiting for the deal to be finalized, and for three-hundred-and-fifty of the laid-off employees to get back to work.

The former owner of the NewPage plant filed for bankruptcy a year ago.

Archie MacLachlan is the Vice President of the Communications, Energy and Paperworkers Union Local 972. We reached him in Port Hawkesbury.

When your penalty shot goes wide, or your foul shot misses the backboard altogether, it's because you're not in your right mind.

I mean that literally: when you crack under pressure, it's because you're in your left mind. That is, the left hemisphere of your brain.

At least, that's the theory of German researchers. They think that the left hemisphere of your brain is more responsible for the kind of overthinking that leads to choking under pressure. And the right hemisphere is more responsible for simple, automatic mechanical actions.

So there you are, with seconds on the clock, and a chance to tie the game. How, you wonder, as you stand there sweating, can I turn off my overactive left hemisphere -- which is calculating angles and assessing wind-speed and wondering about the origins of the game of soccer -- and just kick the ball in the goal?

The researchers have a possible answer: make a fist with your left hand.

This simple, almost stupid act has a purpose. It activates the right hemisphere of your brain. And once that's engaged, your ability to just kick the ball in the goal is improved.

That's what the German study indicates, anyway -- although I should note that all the athletes who took part in the study were right-handed.

As head researcher Juergen Beckmann said, "Consciously trying to keep one's balance is likely to produce imbalance." Which is also the gist of what Yoda told Luke Skywalker in "The Empire Strikes Back" -- a movie in which Luke gets his right hand cut off. That's obviously no coincidence.

Or wait, maybe it is. I'm overthinking it. Time to make a left-handed fist.

And now, on a barely related note, here's George Jones, with "The Right Left Hand".