A disclaimer: I have never read Lucy Maud Montgomery’s Anne of Green Gables series, nor have I seen the Charlottetown festival’s long-running musical version. Now that some of you have already begun the arrangements for my deportation from Canada (or...
I have turned down a lot of chocolate over the past 25 years. You see, it was a quarter-century ago that my family doctor and I jointly figured out that my skin couldn’t handle even trace amounts of the key...
So we got a visit from Brian Mulroney last week. That kind of a sentence carries a vastly different flavour than it did only 25 years ago, when Bruce MacKinnon summed up a Prime Ministerial arrival in Nova Scotia with...
Nearly two weeks after we lost him, I find myself feeling a delayed wistfulness about the recent passing of Wally Ellison. I’m writing this column three days after I attended Wally’s funeral in West Bay Road. I was planning to...
As I’ve mentioned previously in this column space, I have an “in” with Santa this year, so I’m privy to all kinds of North Pole news that might otherwise go unreported. Which is why I can...
‘Twas the week before Christmas, and Santa was sighing As true Christmas spirit appeared to be dying At this time of year, kindness should have been stronger Instead, Saint Nick’s “Bad List” grew longer and longer With 12 months of naughtiness weighing him...
1985: My introduction to Tom Petty comes from, of all people, “Weird Al” Yankovic, whose first album includes a spoof of Petty’s duet with Stevie Nicks, “Stop Draggin’ My Heart Around.” As my 13-year-old ears take in the accordion-heavy...
I have never felt so conflicted and rarely had such a clash of emotions upon hearing of the death of a familiar public figure. But last week’s passing of Phillip Riteman, a Holocaust survivor who found a new life in...
Cathy and I have finally seen Avengers: Endgame, wrapping up an 11-year journey of watching the Marvel Cinematic Universe unfold on screens of all sizes. It all started innocently enough, with our 2008 viewing of Iron Man...
With just over a year to go before “The Roaring Twenties” begin, I’m astounded that we’ve spent the run-up to Christmas arguing over a song written in 1944. The “Baby, It’s Cold Outside” debate, which has reared its head at...




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