It was the summer of 1957 in Toronto. Reggie Clark, a reporter for the Toronto Mirror, was doing his usual; drinking too much, listening to bad music, and chasing after leads and women when it happened. He sat alone in Champ's Bar on Queen Street West and had just put the beer to his mouth when he heard the sound of fingers scratching on a blackboard, a sound he detested but no one else heard it. There was no blackboard in the bar.
Back at his...