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Greetings, Earthlings and extraterrestrial enthusiasts! Today, we take you on a wild ride through the whimsical wonders of the universe as I, your intrepid columnist Scott Stephenson...
As this is written, early in the week, weather forecasters are predicting that by the time this paper is published, Ontario will be sizzling under a heat alert with high temperatures made worse by high humidity.
Everyone needs it, Looking ahead, Don't speak for everyone
While many young men who grew up in Grey Township in the 1880s opted to follow in their fathers' footsteps and work the land, one of those lads chose a completely different path for his life.
We're not perfect here at The Citizen, but I think we can say with relative confidence that we do a pretty good job. We hear this from many readers and we always appreciate it. Too often, people only reach out to complain, not to compliment.
Hello, hi, and howdy, dear readers of The Chaff! Despite what the byline may say, it is me, Dervid Hamson, your temporary guide through this whirlwind of mayhem.
Once upon a time, through an organization I belonged to in Huron County, I was part of a small group that toured the Ontario Food Terminal, which most of us have whizzed by off the Gardiner Expressway in Toronto.
Another dot on the map, In your eyes, Humanity shining through
Well, my fellow peasants, how does it feel to be right smack-dab in the middle of a whole bunch of rich person stuff (if we were talking on the street, my dear readers, I might use a different "S" word)? Because that's exactly where we are.
Chaff hounds, houndstresses, houndsters, hounds-about-towns, houndymen, houndywomen, Houndy and the Houndersons, Houndiana Jones and the Temple of Hounds...
One of the fascinating and enjoyable things about living in our modern world is that with books, movies, computers and TV we can be entertained and gain knowledge in so many ways. I recently experienced that in both a book and movie.
As Tallulah has turned three, I've caught myself thinking a lot about time. That night (after she'd gone to sleep), I went to take pictures at the Hullett Central Public School graduation ceremony and that feeling hit me even harder.
Welcome back to The Chaff, or if this is your first Chaff - welcome to The Chaff, or if you've been acting up and lashing out - welcome to your last Chaff ever because you're banned, bro!
Aside from Native Canadians, those of us who immigrated to the country or are descendents of immigrants, have different, often fascinating stories. I recently found out the story of Toronto's most recent Mayor, Olivia Chow.
We need a real push, Too big to... something, Let's talk about sex
Today, when the weather gets rather warm and we wish for a cooling drink, a stroll to the refrigerator will do the trick. Mechanical cooling of our homes, workplaces and stores makes our lives bearable in the heat of summer.
Maybe because it's 4:17 p.m. on a day that didn't feature an overly hearty lunch or because we're working on our Farms to Tables issue and I recently spoke with local superstar farmer Jeff Linton, but, as I write this, I have food on the brain.
The split between me and national news reporters was emphasized, last week, when you couldn't turn on the television without getting the latest update on the plight of a handful of rich men who had risked their lives on the submersible Titan.
Welcome back to The Chaff, your weekly wander within the wildly wanton and wonderfully whimsical world of wasting time and patience.
As part of the neverending quest for improvement we should all be taking, there is, inevitably, plenty of failure along the way.
Greetings, my fellow Chaff-nadians! As everybody knows, The Chaff is completely committed and definitely dedicated to very real facts, and more importantly, facing them.
None of us want to be old, but two stories about developments in the media last week made being a retired newspaper publisher seem not so bad.