Opinion

Over the weeks of this column I have on occasion lamented that the two major cable sports networks in this country do a rather shoddy job of covering anything involving Canadian pro teams unless they are involved in one of the big four sports.

Medical staff taking time out from work to pose on the front porch of the Queen Victoria Cottage Hospital. Circa 1916. From left to right: Dr. Lindsay, Miss Walker, Matron, Dr. T.A. Patrick, and Miss Harrison. Front row: Miss Heron, Dr. D.

It is one of the more notable examples of synchronicity for my husband and I. It happens this week--February 20 to be exact. Something for him; something for me. They have no connection except that they, to my delight, happen on the same day.

Approximately 1.2 million litres of oil leaked from that train derailment near Guernsey earlier this month. That’s only slightly less than the 1.5 million litres lost in in a nearby rail oil tanker car spill a month earlier.

Not surprisingly the best advice one can share ends up being rather common sense once you pause to consider it.

To my fellow peers in the news media industry: You’ve milked the poor cow dry. Ole Bessie is turning back toward you with sorrowful, pleading bovine eyes and crying, “Please, no more!” You’ve squeezed it all out of her.

When it comes to cross-country skiing, I may be the first off the starting blocks but that “darn Swede” seems to beat me to the finish line. Unfortunately, her stamina and technique out- preform my exuberance and excitement.

The other day Brad Wall shared a post from Jason Kenney. That, in itself, isn’t much to talk about. The former premier of Saskatchewan and the current premier of Alberta are two peas in a conservative pod.

If you have been paying attention to Yorkton Council the last several years you are aware that Yorkton, like almost every city across this country, is in a growing infrastructure deficit.