September 14, 2016 · 0 Comments
Record numbers of humans and extraterrestrials descended upon the Metro Convention Centre over the Labour Day long weekend, in search of answers. What they found, amidst the hundreds if not thousands of costume-clad individuals, was a place where time stood still and reality was merely an opinion.
There comes a time in everyone’s life when they realize they just can’t compete with the youngins. Alas, the body raises the white flag long before our minds and wisdom begin to fail. So here we are, my fellow 50-somethings – smart, experienced, funny and genuine souls, who are deemed too old to wear a sports jersey!
When your livelihood is derived from agriculture, there is no such thing as a “normal” or “average” year. From one year to the next, you will have to deal with varying challenges and food and farming certainly isn’t the “same old, same old” from one year to the next. We use best farm, and best management practices, as much as you are able to when your business partner is Mother Nature!
Adults haven’t cornered the market on stress. Yes, we deal with it every day, 24/7. But so do our youngsters and teens in particular.
Imagine my consternation when I “Googled” Oloirien, Kenya. The satellite images showed a road, but little else. Nothing, for miles around, aside from some bushes here and there.
Further to my letter to the editor of April 15, 2015, and in reference to recent activity related to two OPAs (Official Plan Amendments) seeking ...
Fathers and sons have an unusual relationship at times. At a certain age, hugs are replaced with high-fives, fist bumps or shoulder nudges.
I’m referred to as “awkward, gauche, sinister” all because I’m a southpaw.
Is this really my life? Has anyone else out there ever asked themselves this question?
There are pivotal moments in our lives that stand out clearly. We recall vividly all the births, deaths, special occasions and vacations. We remember tragedies with equal clarity.« Previous Page — Next Page »