*Originally published in our July 3-9, 2022 issue
Part of the reality of writing “op-ed” as opposed to straight journalism is you can’t just take popular positions and write to the crowd.
Why is that? Well, it won’t be any good for one thing. That’s the caution and opening paragraph
As we waited for a decision on the sale of The Basilica, St. Bonaventure’s School and the St. Bon’s Forum, last I told everybody that I didn’t really care what happened to the properties.
That’s because, despite being an old St. Bon’s boy and a member of the Catholic Church
*Originally appeared in our June 19-25, 2022 issue
I did not “know” my dad in any real sense of the word. He’s dead a long time now and my last memory is 60-years-old or more. He was dead before I reached the age of 20. Dad was 55 years of
*Originally published in our June 12-18, 2022 issue
The race does not always go to the swiftest or so we are told in Ecclesiastes. The cold reality is that it usually does and smart money bets it that way.
Those words are a grim reminder that the bloody war in
Last week I was down to where Lazy Bank used to be. It still exists, but it’s buried now. It’s the river that gave its name to the uphill road that is now Pleasant Street in St. John’s. The river never existed above ground during my lifetime, but I knew
*Originally published in our May 29-June 4, 2022 issue
It’s an odd concept “to belong” to something, but I’m convinced it’s an important part of being a human.
A few weeks ago, I received an e-mail inviting me to be a part of the annual general meeting of the Avalon
*Originally printed in our May 22-28, 2022 issue
Given all the problems we have with alcohol in our society it is with some reluctance I tell you of the way things were in the press gallery of the House of Assembly. Not to dismiss all the bad things associated with
t’s a task of many years writing for The Herald. I am trying to find an answer to a question. Last week I was looking back through my archives and noticed what are “recurring themes.”
One of those themes that’s ongoing is the idea of our conservation of ANYTHING.
We
I was flipping through an old Newfoundland recipe book from 1979 and came upon molasses bull’s eyes. That’s a confection from my youth. Mrs. Power’s candy store on New Gower just down from Andrews Range had the best.
My son, who was in the room the other night, had never
They are the ghosts of another generation. They are the hockey players who were hired to jobs in Newfoundland that allowed them to make a living with their hockey skills long after dreams of the NHL ended.
Before the St. John’s Maple Leafs stepped on the ice at Memorial