Watching Dazed and Confused, the coming-of-age film set in 1976, the other night, one of the teachers, on the last day of school, issued this warning as the calendar neared July 4 of the United States of America's bicentennial year...
April, in our family, seems to be a time for visiting my doctors, with trips to Kitchener to see my heart specialist and London to see one of two people overseeing my prostate cancer treatment.
Turning the page, A hidden life, Cue the poop (emoji) slinging
A 'win' is just the beginning, Checks and balances, Across the aisle
In the first ever travel edition, The Chaff headed to Chicago and turned an enquiring eye towards the most serious man in all of songdom - musician, truest President, and King of Halloween, Nick Lutsko
Sometimes, living right beside someone and watching their actions from a bit of a distance can just about drive you crazy. No, I'm not talking about my own neighbours, I mean our neighbours in the United States of America.
The stars above the Village of Blyth were beautiful after dark on Easter Sunday. I know this because I was staring at them intently for about an hour or so.
Once called consumption and also labelled the White Death, tuberculosis (T.B.) is a deadly disease that, throughout history, has struck many people, not only locally, but throughout the world.
There's no chance I was the only one who read over that quote from North Huron Reeve Paul Heffer in Scott's budget story last week more than once with confusion and, frankly, fear when thinking about what the next four years may hold.
Welcome to "The Chaff", a weekly column that is definitely completely serious and totally dedicated to being absolutely and fully serious about all of the most serious and important and serious issues affecting us, seriously...
One of the problems of being my age is that you sometimes miss the good things about today because you're thinking about the good things of times past.
A universal milestone, Commander in cuffs, Wild and consequential
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