As we lumber into the final six weeks of 2017, I’m noticing a marked difference between the stories that have everybody talking this year and those that got us all fired up last year.
From where I sit, 2016 wound...
I’ve only been following university football for just over 11 years – a period that just happens to coincide with my relationship with Cathy, one of the most devoted Acadia Axemen fans I’ve ever known.
Even with that little exposure...
I never served in the military; I’ve never even put on a uniform.
My longest exposure to any military organization was a single evening of test-driving the L’Ardoise Army Cadet Corps during my first month in the eighth grade. (It...
As some of you might already know, I entered a contest this fall.
I didn’t win the contest. I didn’t even make it to the finals.
So why would I spend the next 750 words writing about a contest that I...
It may have been the final day of Celtic Colours 2017, but on the second Saturday afternoon in October, it felt like the music was just getting started.
We gathered at the Evergreen Seniors Club in Port Hawkesbury for one...
By the time you read this, the 2017 Celtic Colours International Festival will be in the books, and I will have - hopefully - recovered from one of my busiest-ever experiences with this 10-night extravaganza.
A lot has changed since...
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...
Cathy and I were in Halifax for about 48 hours last week.
We didn’t listen to Q104 the entire time we were there, and as a result of the issue I’m about to discuss in this column, we’ll never listen...
I had some flexibility in my schedule after running a few errands on a recent weekday afternoon, so I decided to spend a little time in a place that I visit all too infrequently.
Of course, it wasn’t my first...
As a child and a teenager growing up in L’Ardoise, I got much of my early political education on Sunday mornings at my grandparents’ house, when my family would get together after Mass and hash out the issues of...