In the Community

American poet John Greenleaf Whittier once wrote, "For of all sad words of tongue or pen, the saddest are these: 'It might have been!'" He wrote it but I've sure been thinking about it a lot.

Eddie Murphy said after the Pope John Paul II was shot, "Why would you shoot the Pope, he's such a nice man. You must want to go to the head of the line to hell. 'Excuse, me, I don't want to wait. I'm on the Hell Express.

We humans are quite the categorizers and it's a good thing, this business of slotting both the concrete and the abstract into categories.

An American went to Scotland and played golf with a newly acquainted Scottish golfer. After a bad tee shot, he played a "Mulligan" which was an extremely good shot. He then asked the Scot, "What do you call a Mulligan in Scotland?" "We call it 3.

This week we celebrated Sea Fair, the longest running annual event in our city's calendar. There were the usual floats, carnival rides, local musicians on stage and, of course, the parade.

The Wheatland Senior Centre holds weekly activities.

"Dad, Can you write in the dark?" "I think so. What is it you want me to write?" "Your name on this report card." That is just about how we sometimes would like to trick God. Temptation and sin can mire us in temporary despair.

God is a poet who whispers words in our ears and puts thoughts in our hearts. Recently my wife and I went on a family visit. Our two year old granddaughter said, "Grandpa Ken is coming. He loves me.

In birth order, Granddaughter Number Two recently boosted my ego by asking about one of my dessert specialties.

A toe-tapping ditty was popular a few years back: "So let the sunshine in, face it with a grin. Smilers never lose and frowners never winopen up your heart and let the sunshine in." This week two occasions gave me cause to contemplate these words.