Opinion

Don’t rush to judgement on this, but every night since Christmas I’ve gone to bed with Geddy Lee, the lead singer of Canadian rock band Rush.

I recently read in a scientific journal that scientists are discovering that from deep in the universe they are receiving radio waves.

“Good morning. Welcome to Staples. How may I help you?”

Already under the microscope due to a public perception problem and a rapidly decaying relationship with the media, you’d think the local police would find a way to stay out of the news for a while. 

I began writing this column from my bed a week ago, propped up with pillows, tucked between my flannel polar bear sheets and my duvet.

Although many us of struggle through the holiday season, January has the distinction of being commonly referred to as, “the most depressing month of the year”. 

The Ontario Temperance Act (OTA), introduced in 1916 as a war measure and made permanent in 1919, encountered difficulties in the early 1920s. 

It goes without saying that life can be tragic, not unlike what Paul the Apostle had to go through. 

2024 is the year for you to do you. That might sound a little selfish, but from what we have seen in recent days, the world is a better place for those who do their level best for others.

Monday mornings are sacred to me, much like Sundays are for most.

A few weeks ago a regular reader of this column stopped by with a bundle of old documents. I found one item of particular interest.

The coming of a new year is generally viewed as a time of renewal – an opportunity to shake off the shackles of past imperfection and move on with a view to revitalization.

You are never going to believe what happened to me just these last few days. Sorry, I suppose I…