Opinion

There was a funny post on social media the other day. It said, in essence, "I took the path less travelled and... now I have no idea where I am.

One of my daughters once proposed that my T-shirt should read: "I don't support war, but war supports me." And it's true, I suppose.

With a cloudless sky and the wind at our backs, we sail from Toronto on the idyll of a late-summer evening. One of the world's most dramatic cityscapes, T.O.

Camp accommodation? This is a repeat of a letter I wrote to the editor 15 years ago.

Housing issues must be addressed Having been a regular visitor over the last few years for a holidays in Whistler I like to keep in touch with happenings over there through the electronic version of Pique.

As I stroll the fields at Laughing Crow Organics with proprietors Andrew Budgell and Kerry McCann, Mt. Currie looms behind.

A little over a year ago, I wrote about a Heartland Institute conference in Las Vegas where climate change deniers engaged in a failed attempt to poke holes in the massive body of scientific evidence for human-caused climate change.

It seemed almost fitting that the rain began to fall this week (OK, deluge might be a better description of the wet stuff) as we head toward, and into, the Labour Day long weekend.

It was the success of a dish of maple-glazed kohlrabi and Japanese turnip at a potluck dinner that sold me.

G.D. for prime minister! I couldn't help but laugh when I read Lisa Haeck's letter (criticizing G.D. Maxwell) in Pique last week (good on the Pique for printing it). In fact I found her "best-of" compilation, hating on G.D.