I love my city. It’s alive with festivals and fun all summer long. It has excellent restaurants and fascinating museums. But when it comes to green bins we are living in the dark ages.
Month: August 2011
No, this isn’t about bras or the things that they sling.
A loss of life in nature’s wrath is a shame but let’s be frank here, sometimes people are just too stupid to heed the warnings and Irene took advantage.
There’s nothing quite like getting those knots out of tired muscles after a stressful week.
That’s “thank you” in Swedish and it’s for Allan who mailed me the new Ikea catalogue!
What’s the deal with the toes?
Driving out to Poplar Hill, a little burb 5 minutes outside of London, I encountered the final resting place of our storied french-fry trailer.
Even as I wrote my blog a while back wishing Jack Layton well I had a feeling his time would be limited. He just looked so ill. Regardless of his politics, he fought for what he thought was right and as an interview subject, he was smart and easy to talk to.
As I write this it’s 7 pm on Sunday night and the extent of the damage in Goderich from what will soon be confirmed as a tornado looks devastating.
When I was a kid my parents had a patio set made of redwood. It was heavy and expensive. I remember dragging the pieces inside for the winter using my entire 10-year-old muscular prowess and running out to the yard to save the cushions from the rain. Over time, the wood faded in the sunlight …
I’ll happily stay safe and caffeinated in the comfy anchor chair, thank you.
“The CNE starts today!”
Montreal police have arrested a man they believe is responsible for thousands of death threats emailed to people all over who had one thing in common: they questioned the existence of God.
For the past few weeks I’ve been looking into the ins and outs of becoming an apiarist.
Billionaire Warren Buffett has a partial cure for the US financial fiasco – tax him and his buddies at a higher rate.
We watched a rerun of last season’s Saturday Night Live which included a parody of an old, out-of-touch newsman, Herb Welsh, who misses the point of stories and rants at the news anchor for being “a can of hairspray”.
You’ve just got to go to the Aylmer fair!
The back-to-school flyers are arriving in the mail. The dollar stores have several aisles filled with Halloween merchandise. Someone put their big, fat finger on the fast-forward button of life again and I want to have a serious word with them.