Bob Dunn
Distant Replay

One of the hockey fans in our family refuses to leave a game if there’s more than 21 seconds on the clock and one team is winning by three goals or less. He calls it his “Billy Mosienko Rule.” It was this month in 1994 when it became official: The […]

I take comfort in being Canadian, not because we don’t have a dark past, not because we don’t often get lost in our effort to do the right thing, but because of our collective trying to do better, to get it right. And what I really cling to in days […]

This drought had Washboard crying in his beer the other day. No, it wasn’t because he had no water for the washtub, it was the back roads….let me explain. Washboard had retired from a life of ease on the Rail Roadbed crew. It seemed that being away from home, on […]

Well I must fit about two weeks worth of meetings into the first three days of this week. I am already going into this week feeling tired. I am hoping that something will come out of all the talk and we will have help in finding feed for our cattle. […]

The Northwest Bay First Nations held a successful bass tournament on Saturday, July 17. A total of 14 team competed and when the final bags were weighed, the first place winners were Dale LaBelle and Jeremy Shypit with a weigh of 11.9 lbs. This was a grandfather/ grandson team. Second […]

Have you ever noticed how easy it is to spot the habits of others, annoying or otherwise, the go-to patterns of speech, the walk, the gestures? Looking in the mirror to identify our own habits is not quite as simple. I remember from Sunday School a thousand years ago, the […]

Early Monday morning as I listened to the sounds around the cabin, I thought I heard falling rain hitting against the walls of the cabin and falling to the deck. It was not until I finally crawled out of bed and went outside, that I realized the sounds were from […]

Ah summer. Isn’t it grand? I stepped out the door this morning and the smell of drying grass, and petunias assailed me. Then the aroma of ripening raspberries tickled my palate so I stepped into the patch to partake of my morning aperitif. Nothing sets up your palate for toast […]