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When a bad man does a good thing, we should honour him for it, even if his motives are selfish.
Now, speaking of nerves — I’ll admit, I had a few before driving down Highway 7 last Tuesday with the first Rosetown Eagle under my ownership.
It was a gorgeous fall Friday afternoon in 1970. School was done for the week, work was done for Dad, and my family was in town for our weekly shopping trip.
Dialogue. It’s a word without drama, shock value, vituperation, or aggression. No wonder we don’t use it. Given the potty-mouthed climate we live in, a word like dialogue just doesn’t appeal.
There’s an inspirational saying that goes “Life is not a dress rehearsal”. However the UK’s recent announcement of a digital ID has been described as a dress rehearsal of more to come.
Some people collect figurines. Others cram their basements with antiques or hockey cards. Me? I collect newspapers. And not in the “line the cupboard shelves with them” way.
Three months have passed since "Operation Midnight Hammer” saw seven American B2 bombers drop 14 "bunker-buster” 14,000-kilogram massive ordnance penetrator bombs…
I lost my husband to colon cancer. We were married for 35 years. What can one say when your whole world has been turned upside down? Not a lot.
I’ve known for quite some time now that I own far too many books, and I will never be able to read them all before my time is up.
Rare occurrences are described in many ways: “once in a blue moon,” “don’t hold your breath,” “like finding a needle in a haystack,” and “when pigs fly” are just a few examples.
We’ve all heard the old sayings: a little hard work never hurt anyone, tell your loved ones you love them every day, be kind, don’t judge a book by its cover.
