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Suburbs like St. Albert have gotten a bad rap in recent years.

Choosing and having a choice is at the very heart of our social system, or so we are told.

Isn’t it interesting that Alberta is under such an intense attack by the so-called environmentalists who have decided that Alberta oilsands, if developed, will bring civilization as we know it to an end.

I have never appreciated the bud of a tree, the sound of a bird, or the heat of the sun more in my entire life than I have this past week.

“Find a parade that is going in the same direction, and get out and lead it.

Recent polls have suggested that the Progressive Conservative government in Alberta is fast losing popular support. As one old-timer told me, “They are lower than a snake’s belly in a wagon rut.” Indeed.

In early 1962, my last term of high school, I bought a collegiate songbook. One number amused me greatly. The Bomb Song was a spoof on anarchists around the time of the First World War.

Having been a mental health consumer for twenty plus years, I consider myself a mental health survivor as well.

True heroes use what they have to make the world around them a better place.

The snow is finally melting, thawing and resolving itself into a dew.