Despite the ever-encroaching Delta Variant, the deluded anti-vaxers, and vitriolic protestors, we’re learning how to live in a Covid world.
Vaccine passports in hand, we’re heading back into restaurants, movie theatres, and airports.
There’s light at the end of the tunnel or…hanging from the ceiling.
Laura Weiss, a Colorado nurse, crafted this stunning chandelier from the empty Covid-19 vaccine vials that piled up as her community stepped up, and rolled up their sleeves.
An expression of hope and celebration, The Light of Appreciation is an homage to the health-care workers who delivered the shots and all the people who chose to get them.
Let there be light…Please.
I have a long-distance relationship with sports. Six degrees of separation doesn’t cover it. Try ten.
No surprise then, that I had no idea who any of these guys are…
I only know now because this has been the summer of the great reveal.
Football, hockey, baseball, the trifecta of sports. All we need now is basketball to make it a grand slam.
News flash: Gay men aren’t a homogeneous stereotype. They’re individuals. You know, like everyone else.
My daughter said it was easy. She said I could do it.
She was fifteen; I wasn’t.
Buckling myself into a pair of inline rollerblades, I gave it the old college try—more like a high school hope—and stumbled my way along the sidewalk.
Apparently, to learn to skate you have to take chances, you have to be okay with screwing up, with falling. Yeah, no.
I never even made it all the way around the block.
Zach Choboter made it 9,000 kilometres, from Whistler, British Columbia to St. John’s, Newfoundland.
Zach ended his cross-country trip with a dip in the Atlantic Ocean and a Guiness World Record for the longest journey on rollerblades.
Still can’t blade. Still wish I could.
Whether you’re moving on up like The Jeffersons…
Or leaving town, every move is a lot of work.
You box your whole life up, load it into a U-haul or moving truck, and get in your car…
Leslie Hoyle and Bell Elgie climbed into their—canoe.
The retired teachers, life-long paddlers, decided to take the scenic route from their old home in Georgetown, Ontario to their new life in Perth. Instead of a four-hour drive, they embarked on a four week, 500 km, canoe and portage adventure.
Google’s been whispering nasty stuff this week. Weather forecasts that climb into singe-your-eyebrows-off territory. Humidex readings in the 40C range.
It’s been Hot. Good Morning Vietnam hot…
Canadians aren’t good with sweltering. We crank up the air conditioning, head out to the nearest lake with a cooler full of ice and beer, and start up the helicopter.
The helicopter. You know, to pick up the ice cream cake from Dairy Queen.
The RCMP in Tisdale, Saskatchewan aren’t thrilled with the pilot who landed his helicopter in an empty school parking lot to pick up an ice cream cake.
To be fair, the pilot’s hometown of Leroy doesn’t have it’s own Dairy Queen, and it’s an hour and a half drive from Tisdale. What’s a guy to do?
Cole Porter would understand…