Maxed Out

In 1948, the British gave up trying to "control" their little corner of the Middle East, capitulated to both reality and the United Nations’ proposal, and the state of Israel was born.

Before we get into this week’s round of name calling and mud slinging – on second thought, let’s avoid both of those fun-filled activities this week – I think our good neighbours at 19 Mile Creek, at least the ones who bought thei

At the risk of jumping the gun, I’d just like to take a moment to thank Mayor Kenny and all the councillors for the hard work they’ve been doing and the tough choices they’ve been making.

I don’t know about you but I’ve had one of those on-again, off-again love affairs with the seven deadly sins ever since I learned they not only existed but had been codified.

Before I actually wade into this week’s column, whatever it might be about, I just wanted to pass on a personal note to Dave Brownlie and Doug Forseth, people I’m proud to collectively call "Boss".

For a town plunged into pitch darkness, San Vito was a happening place. Perched on the northwest corner of Sicily, San Vito is picture postcard perfect.

One hundred million is a big number.

There was a brief moment in my freshman year at college where I gave serious consideration to dropping out, joining the Navy, seeing the world and either losing myself or finding myself at sea.

By G.D. Maxwell If you spend any time around boats larger than, say, a canoe, one thing becomes painfully clear: Murphy was a sailor.

I met Gideon Sillem a week ago when we pulled into Cascais, Portugal late Thursday night after an, alternately, placid and harrowing passage through the Bay of Biscay.