Opinion

I didn’t tell many people when the car got hit. My fiancee, obviously. The police, because that’s the law.

Dear Road & Track : I know your name is not John, but perhaps it should be. Maybe one of your columnists is named John. I don’t know. I haven’t read any of your pages for a long time.

Dear Editor: In the January 10 edition of this paper, an article entitled City Shorted on ReStore Closure leaves the impression that ReStore left town not intending to pay its loan. This is a false impression.

The Regina YMCA has released responses on homelessness it received from Saskatchewan Party candidates vying to become the next premier.

I usually bring in the new year encircled by over 100 loving family members, celebrating the gift Christ gave us in His body and blood.

Bud. Blunt. Chronic. Cheeba. Ganja. Joint. Mary Jane. Roach. Left-handed cigarette. Wacky tobaccy. Whatever slang terms you want to associate it with, I’m fairly certain you know what I’m talking about: marijuana.

Most great accomplishments, they say, happen because somebody, somewhere along the line, became angry enough to do something about what made them indignant. But like other explosives, anger requires careful handling and expert managing.

You’ve probably seen or heard that famous Native American proverb: “We don’t inherit the earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.

I have met the enemy and they are Minions. I didn’t expect to start 2018 like this, huddled over my desk, jaw clenched in righteous anger as my furious fingers fly across the keyboard. I didn’t expect to tackle my yellow nemesis.