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It's hurry up and wait ...

It's hurry up and wait ...

They may still not smoke marijuana in Muskogee—no doubt preferring opioids—but if so, it must be about the last place on Earth.
Wascally wodents ... meet their match

Wascally wodents ... meet their match

I am not a violent man. Ornery, crabby, opinionated and cynical, but not violent. I religiously believe in turning the other cheek. If the other cheek doesn't work, I'm usually quick to drop my trou and give 'em the full moon. But I am not violent.
Deadly pollution does 
not respect borders

Deadly pollution does not respect borders

A number of years ago I returned to Ontario to spend a couple of weeks paddling in Killarney Provincial Park. Killarney occupies a small swath of the coast of Georgian Bay.
When polls are meaningless ...

When polls are meaningless ...

Oh, Canada! The angst. The agony. The complete and utter dissatisfaction. The revulsion. From coast to coast to coast, Canadians are frustrated, overwhelmed, and, well, simply pissed off at pretty much everything.
You can't make this stuff up ...

You can't make this stuff up ...

"The sky is falling! The sky is falling!" – C. Little And so it was. Notwithstanding the sky didn't actually fall on Chicken Little's head, soon after the fable was finished the axe did fall on her head.
Always good to have a Plan B

Always good to have a Plan B

In 1959, Hollywood, which is to say the centre of the English film universe, produced films that made people wonder about the condition of said universe.
Look out Senate, I might be coming your way

Look out Senate, I might be coming your way

What is the useful life of a greeting card? A birthday card? Christmas card? How long do we have to hang on to any of them before we can toss 'em in recycling without guilt or a sense of loss or betrayal? I'll spare you the suspense.
It begins with acknowledging prejudices

It begins with acknowledging prejudices

It's hard to believe —I hardly believe it myself—that I've been writing this column for almost 24 years. More than 1,200 times I've sat down and stared at a blank computer screen and had it stare back at me, expectantly.
Independent, but at what cost?

Independent, but at what cost?

"We're on a road to nowhere Come on inside Takin' that ride to nowhere We'll take that ride" — David Byrne, Talking Heads Compared to the train wreck that started this whole business, the announcement this week that the JWR-JP Ri
Whistler—where you can escape the real world at least for a while

Whistler—where you can escape the real world at least for a while

"Blow up your TV, Throw away your paper, Go to the country, build you a home. Plant a little garden, Eat a lot of peaches, Try to find Jesus on your own.