I proudly wore my orange jersey most of September. Don’t worry, I have a collection of orange t-shirts. Today is, as I write this, National Day for Truth and Reconciliation. I was out and about early, and I didn’t see many orange jerseys and…. it got me thinking. This statutory […]

Before digesting the changes coming to the Canadian Football League, I needed a conversation with my inner being, and it went something like this: “Self, make sure to take your open mind into the reading room. It’s human nature to resist change, and resistance strengthens with age. If changes can […]

By Robert Animikii Horton
Northern Reflections

My friends packed into the Canada Life Centre to see Korn this weekend. They came back buzzing – elated from the power of the show. Listening to them reminded me of another band etched into the soundtrack of my youth – one that may not carry the same global recognition […]

The town is required to mark hazards on sidewalks through the community. It is a requirement for a safe and beautiful community. The fluorescent orange is attractive even when it is hidden by the brown leaves that have fallen. The circles, straight lines, crooked lines marking every sidewalk break are […]

“The other day.” I love that expression. The other day could be a month ago or two days ago; there are no rules. The only thing “the other day” is limited to is not being today. Anyway, as I cross the line on rambling, the other day I was thinking […]

As somebody who has played (at) golf for almost 90 per cent of his life, as somebody who believes in being a “rules follower,” I’ve never been comfortable with either taking or giving “gimme” putts. Perhaps because I know how to miss a one-inch putt. No kidding! Or maybe it […]

Here we are; sales barn week. I could have been travelling to and from Guelph as we had a BFO board meeting today but I was able to join by zoom. Our meeting was long but when I logged out a 4 p.m. I wasn’t rushing to catch a plane […]

I never thought I would hear myself say these words, but… I miss my landline. That seems a strange utterance coming from someone who has such a difficult time using a phone of any kind. More accurately, I miss the telephone attached to the wall with enough cord to allow […]