448 THE ADVOCATE
VOL. 77 PART 3 MAY 2019
itive equipment. You stood at the top of a mountain, heard the race radio
crackle away about how long it would be before they carted the last racer off
in the meat wagon, and then hoped the fog would clear before your run.
Release bindings? Crank them up to the stops. It was worse to lose a ski
and head into the trees—crash netting was a thing in the future.
Jeremy spent as much time encased in plaster as he did in his speed suit.
He became practical about it. Hit a tree and your thigh bone is protruding
from your expensive German Schneider Hosen race pants? No problem—
after you’re out of the hospital, patch those perforated pants and get out on
your skis again.
Ski racing led to cycling—it was a traditional off-season sport—good for
the legs, but there was a lot more to it. Cycling has the same potential for
imminent physical disaster as ski racing, but it’s mostly about willpower.
There is no device invented for peaceful use that can inflict pain like a bike
you haven’t heard the guy with the viola grinding relentlessly through one of
Vivaldi’s “Seasons” on Alberni Street, have you? – Ed.. Jeremy and I, teammates
again, churned away on the bald prairies, legs tired, brains more so.
Once, at the end of a long ride, he was so depleted and delusional that he
mistook the exhaust smell emanating from a diesel truck for a hamburger
Oh, I forgot, there was the rock and mountain climbing too. And the
All of which may lead you to draw some rather obvious insights into his
strength of will, courage and capabilities at demanding and risk-laden tasks.
The exacting and unforgiving world of these sports helped him develop
the strengths needed for the rigours of the bench. Indeed, as a sophomore
judge, I confirm that it’s gruelling to listen—really listen—to everything at
all times, and then to apply complicated legal protocols and analysis to facts
that you’ve just heard for the first time.
And to do it, on a first-appearance court day, 20, 30, 40 times … Or to hear
several contested hearings and trials at a single sitting.
But intellectual discipline isn’t enough to equip a candidate for the
bench. Judges have to know themselves, their limitations, their blind spots;
to balance them with the hard work of keeping an open mind; and to do justice
with humility. Certainly, Jeremy’s pursuits demonstrated his thirst for
the frontiers. Indeed, it’s at the edge of things that you will find the most
profound personal truths. Staring at a looming danger, contemplating a riskladen
crux on a climb, these are the moments that tell you just who you are.
During these ventures, Jeremy gathered a number of broken bones, but
also some fine attributes. His family members recount several examples,