Column from our March 6-12, 2022 issue
it was a scene oft repeated on wharfs in St. John’s harbour. A ship docks and hearses from local funeral parlours roll up to offload a tragic cargo.
So it was last week when recovered bodies from the sunken Spanish trawler Villa de
It’s a real event, not just one of my imagination. False Spring is defined in Webster’s as an earlier than average warming event followed by another period of freezing temperatures.
In other words, you may think it’s Spring, but it isn’t. In some sectors if it lasts for some days
*The following column appeared in the February 20 – 26, 2022 issue
What is my question to the members of the so-called “Freedom Convoy” that held Ottawa and some other places hostage recently.
You said you were a trucker convoy, but you became something else and that was a very
I sat down to the computer a few days ago to write something meaningful about Valentine’s Day, but I became distracted for a particularly good reason so I gave up.
I knew something of the tradition of St. Valentine’s Day, but the words would not come easily. It’s because thoughts
I don’t exactly “need my head examined” as my mom used to say in the politically incorrect days of yore, but there’s no question that these times of isolation are starting to get me down.
I expect it’s like that for a lot of us. Surely to God there must
We are much diminished by the passing of Edward Roberts. He’s the smartest man I ever knew. We were not friends in the real sense of the word, but we kept company in some areas quite apart from news.
He actually had worked as summer relief in our newsroom when
I was angry first and then sad. I had my COVID booster shot last week. It was just before those anti-vax protesters, operating out of ignorance rather than malice, shut down a COVID vaccine clinic on Topsail Road.
The clinic was for seniors, like me, over 70. I lined up
At this time of the rolling year some pundits put forward some notions on what the New Year might bring. It’s hope in vain if something is expected from me.
Two years into the COVID-19 pandemic and I swear to God I know less about what is going on then
Taste and smell are very dramatic memory triggers. They can take you back to the past better than any photograph.
A few years ago, I brushed against a fur coat that was hanging in a closet. In an instant I was transported back to my childhood home and the soft
In school at the beginning of the year we got new exercise books. Now we have talked about that before. Renewal, a turning of the page, etc. This was a long time ago. We called the books scribblers.
They were actually called Caribou exercise books. They were made of dirt