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I was driving at the north end of town the other day and came upon two gentlemen carrying a large object out of the back of a truck. As I got closer, I realized my mistake.
From politics to our new corporate overlords, many people and organizations seem ready to double down on the experience of former leaders being better than the ambition of new candidates and it could lead to some dangerous situations in the future.
The big 27th United Nations Climate Change conference wrapped up on the weekend, but, for many people, it's already old news and not worth worrying about -- or at least changing the way we do things to head off the problem.
While soccer may not be the religious experience here in North America that it is in other parts of the world, there's no denying that the World Cup is one of the world's most important sporting events.
Dear Readers, this is an original column from 1968. The names have not been changed to protect the innocent or the guilty.
Our pioneer forbearers had limited means of communication. In the early days, messages and letters were carried by folk who happened to be travelling in the vicinity.
Years ago, the landscape was dotted with these magical places, often full of young people with strong convictions about what they thought about the art of the motion picture -- usually to the point of being somewhat snobby.
It's been awhile since I tackled an idea like this, so bear with me here because I may be a little rusty. The kind of idea, since I know our loyal readers are likely asking, is the one that will be without finger-wagging...
Winston Churchill once said: "democracy is the worst form of government -- except for all the others that have been tried." This thought comes to mind a little over a week after the U.S. mid-term elections, which most prognosticators were predicting...
In for a wild ride, The will of the few, Paving paradise
That Doug Ford's a rascal, let me tell you. The last few years almost had me forgetting about the old Doug Ford - the provincial leader who started his own absurd "news" outlet and who threatened to use the unprecedented sledgehammer...
Unless there's a plaque or a ribbon-cutting, it can be tough for municipal council members to hang their hats
on accomplishments that are guaranteed to stick around with subsequent councils taking over.
My age is showing again when I recall that the Joni Mitchell song "Big Yellow Taxi" which reminds me of the situation community newspapers find themselves in these days.
All for naught?, A worry for all, A rock and a hard place
Someone left a gi-normous zucchini in my mailbox today. I searched all over, but it had no postage stamp or return address anywhere.
Now that the municipal elections are over, everyone has exercised their franchise and the threat of libel is diminished, Editor Shawn and I felt safe to proceed with this column. This is based on a possible story that could have been true.
Much has been made of the despicable behaviour and blatant anti-Semitism uncorked by musician Kanye West (now simply Ye) in the last few weeks. He has really revealed himself to be the absolute worst kind of person we have these days.
Sing along if you know Stompin' Tom Connors' words: "The good old hockey game is the best game you can name
and the best game you can name is the good old hockey game." Or at least it used to be, right?
As Canadians mark Remembrance Day, it's an opportunity to remember those who gave their lives in two World Wars and those who risked theirs, as my father did, in fighting in Italy and Holland.
Blurring the lines, You win some..., Power to the people
A young woman who was born in quiet Huron County surely must have wondered "What am I doing here?" as she hurried to a basement to escape the dreaded V-1, and later V-2, rocket attacks in London, England.
This article goes out to a group of people I hold in high regard: the Brussels Leos Club. Of course, I will take full credit for providing them with my expert guidance in their early years.
The votes have been (unofficially) cast and candidates are either basking in the thrill of victory or suffering the agony of defeat.