Opinion

Following the Blue Rodeo concert at Affinity Place in January, there were two recurring comments from the crowd. They took to social media to say it was a great show. Blue Rodeo put on a great show and the opening act was entertaining.

On March 4 I had the opportunity to listen to one of the frontrunners in the ridiculously overpopulated race for leader of the Conservative Party of Canada, Andrew Scheer.

Twenty years ago, when I was an aspiring young reporter in university, I knew what I was going to be. I was going to be a sports writer. And not just a sports writer. I was going to be a great sports writer.

Wow, this month has been a whirlwind, and more importantly, it’s been fun. Why fun? In the last six weeks this paper has seen more excitement, more enthusiasm and more good news than we’ve seen in the last two years.

Cheers: Cheers to the Estevan Police Service for wanting to seize vehicles of drunk drivers. Get them off the road. Cheers to the Royal Canadian Legion’s Estevan branch for the event they hosted on Saturday night.

It’s that time again. To spare you the sinking feeling of watching me rant and rave over one issue, here are some bite-sized thoughts. Fortunately, I’ve seen more good ideas this week than bad. This bodes well.

I remember sitting in Sunday school when I was about 12 years old and thinking, “You have got to be kidding! We are talking about the cross again?” I was sick of hearing the same stories over and over. Sometimes, though, there are no other options.

As Canada celebrates its 150th birthday, I’ve been reading a series of newspaper articles describing various aspects of our history and culture. They are all interesting, but one called Where are we From? caught my eye.

Team Ontario, skipped by Rachel Homan, beat Team Manitoba, skipped by Michelle Englot, 8-6 in an extra end final. Ontario finished the round robin with a 10-1 record but then lost the one vs two page playoff game against Manitoba.

Being that my children are home with me all day every day, I sometimes have these romanticized notions that I’ll have them learning all these wonderful life skills and working alongside me, baking bread from scratch, helping to prepare family meals,