If I may bastardize that infamous Alberta bumper sticker from the early 1980s (“Let the eastern bastards freeze in the dark”), my own version would read something like: “Let the western whiners whinge in the winter winds.” I do not mean to be unkind (Moi? …

On Sept. 7, 2019, as Hurricane Dorian smashed-and-dashed its merry way through Halifax, I happened to be more than 1,000-km away in Vermont, basking in fall sunshine while attending a family wedding. At one point—to take my mind off what I could still only imagine …

I CAN’T TELL YOU how happy I was to read recently that our former prime minister, Jean Chretien, was in a hospital bed in Hong Kong being treated for a kidney stone.

Uh… let me rephrase, revise, rejig that.

I don’t wish our former prime minister ill. Far from it.

ONE OF THE ADVANTAGES/DISADVANTAGES OF GETTING OLD(ER) is that you begin to see patterns in the randomness of life—even if, perhaps, likely, almost certainly, those patterns are more random than patterned. Consider 1972. Before we go there, cast your mind back 51 years to 1968—a …

Tonight’s Halifax Mooseheads’ game—a late-March contest in the first round of the Quebec Major Junior Hockey League playoffs—is a sellout. Third in a row? Fourth? Who’s counting? We should. Start with this: a playoff sellout at Halifax’s Scotiabank Centre puts 10,595 bums in seats at …

ON A LEAF-BLOWN November morning the day after Americans finally, thankfully, balloted an end to the most toxic mid-term election in memory (only to launch what will almost certainly be among the most brutish, divisive, negative, nasty, racist, vile, fact-free and hate-filled presidential campaigns in …

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