Over the weekend, as I watched my two-and-a-half-year-old daughter try to swipe on our television screen and manipulate the goings-on via touch screen, I realized how much has changed from when I was a child to now.
So, the Canada-U.S. agreement last week to shut down illegal immigration through Roxham Road in Quebec put me on the spot. Am I happy, as a Canadian, to see an end to people who are avoiding the rules to enter Canada...
Growing more dire, Diminishing returns, Just around the corner
It was in January of 1900 that a number of former Huronites, who were making a new life for themselves in Toronto, decided to form a group called the Huron County Old Boys Association (HOB).
After turning 40 last year (readers may remember my series of columns that was both heralded by critics and championed by mass audiences), it's hard to consider myself "young" anymore. Sure, in some relative terms, I am young, but in many other ways,
Three things came together to suggest this column last Friday.
Up in flames, No Pride in play, Those closest to you
Roll up, Pay up, Measure Twice, Cut Once, Inevitable Conflict?
Often in this column I have referred to the writings of Malcolm Lamont as a way of looking through the window of time to see what life was really like for the earliest settlers in this area.
Keith has not yet sent me his column for the week, so, at the risk of writing the exact same column as he will/has, albeit poorly, here goes.
When the Alex Murdaugh murder case finally made brief headlines on Canadian television stations, it didn't get much attention.
We're all in this together, A closer look, A celebrated export
As part of a valiant effort to teach our daughter manners, which, frankly, is going quite well, I haven't been able to help realizing how thoroughly sarcasm has infiltrated our society, at least for people of my generation and beyond.
Okay, I'm going to show my age, here, as I discuss whether our communities "can afford" to keep all their community arenas open, following the recommendations of North Huron's Chief Administrative Officer that recreational facilities be cut back...
... in my merry Oldsmobile. This ditty of 1905 vintage tells of the novelty of the automobile that was sweeping North America in that era.
Some time ago, I commissioned a new map of downtown Brussels. My thought was that it went over so well in Blyth, we should give it a try in our town.
Memories that last a lifetime, Coming and going, Finding freedom
Over the course of my life, especially in my younger days, I attended a lot of baseball games. My dad used to share season's tickets with some of his work friends, so we would, consistently, go to about 10 or 12 Toronto Blue Jays games a year
As the first anniversary of the Russian invasion of Ukraine was marked last week, I couldn't help but think what a similar position Canada has been in at times. situated as a small country beside a giant.
I have a big milestone birthday coming up. It will put me into one of Statistics Canada's upper percentiles. Now, I'm not a big one for parties. And I would certainly never draw attention to myself.
Recently, I took a sick day from work. A pretty rare occurrence for me, as I've only taken a handful over my years here. But, Tallulah brought home a nasty stomach bug from daycare over a weekend and I was unlucky enough to pick it up...
Watching what's happening in Florida and other southern U.S. states these days makes it possible to wonder if anything ever changes, all the while living with the reality that the Americans, only relatively recently, elected their first Black president.
Close to home, Searching for valentines, Searching for equality