Opinion

The scales of justice are not an arbitrary symbol, but a reminder of the ideal that justice should always be balanced.

The pleasant temperatures of the last week or so have made stepping out in the evening a bit of a pleasure compared to our wet, windy October.

Why governing parties and journalists don’t much get along has to do with their very different approaches. A governing party’s prime directive is to remain in power so it can do what it feels is best for the public.

I am proud to be part of Operation Legacy, in which members and graduates of The War Amps Child Amputee (CHAMP) Program pass on the Remembrance message to the younger generation.

This reflection started with one line, and I fear if I say any more I speak too much. Yet the theme of love has occupied saint and sinner since time began. “Love is the currency of heaven. Lay up treasures in heaven,” said an unknown speaker.

November has arrived and there are still thousands of acres of crop still in the field not harvested. Simply put, that is a financial catastrophe for farmers across the Canadian Prairies. The 2016 crop had looked so promising only a few months ago.

I haven’t been sleeping very well lately. About a week ago, I was at a doctor’s office to discuss a medication I was taking, and it was eventually decided I would come off this medication and start on a different one.

I was in what I thought was a serious discussion with a person somewhat (well, actually a lot) younger than me.

A recent Marketplace documentary on TV drew attention to the amount of food waste there is in our country, a total of 31 billon dollars. In the United States it is 70 billion.

Most Canadians are aware of our country’s involvement in the Second World War and are familiar with names such as Dieppe, Normandy and Juno Beach.