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Foreign policy is the sole domain of our federal government, but it is also a reflection of the domestic interests across Canada.

Breakups are tough, especially when it’s not mutual. When one party leaves a relationship the other is often left with hurt feelings, recounting missed warning signs of what went wrong.

Diploma exams, provincial achievement tests and final projects are completed. Teachers are entering final grades and putting closing comments on report cards while students speak of how many more sleeps to go before school is out.

In 2006, research conducted by the University of Salford determined the worst noise in the world is the sound of vomiting.

Linguistic duality is an intrinsic part of our Canadian identity and values.

Summer approaches. And this year, we will be visited not only by mosquitoes, but by agitated fellow citizens and anxious incumbent politicians seeking our vote to sit on city council. Municipal elections are a funny business.

As sneaky taxes go, franchise fees are devious. They’re a win-win for cash-strapped cities, but pretty lousy for taxpayers who often don’t know who to blame for their hidden tax.

We seldom get an opportunity to question the “conventional wisdom,” but when we do we often find some of the most widely held assumptions are really quite false. A recent event gave me the chance to challenge this conventional wisdom.

Ah, France, land of food and wine. For those of you that will be travelling to France there are basically seven regions that produce fine champagne, wines and spirits. In France about 70 per cent are red wines and 30 per cent white. Champagne.

I rarely wear a jacket and slacks these days, haven’t bought a dress shirt in more than five years, but Friday last I put on my very best, tucked four old black and white photos in my shirt pocket and set sail for HMCS Nonsuch on Kingsway.