It sounds a little, well, a little scatological: income sprinkling.
Looking at pictures of the remains of the Grenfell Tower apartment block in London — charred wreckage where at least 79 people died — it’s hard not to shudder, just imagining what it must have been like during the fire.
You never forget how to ride a bike, they say.
It’s funny, “they” never remind you how bleepin‘ hard it is to ride up a steep hill.
The sign was posted in a doctor’s office in Miramichi, N.B. for all to see: “Attn: Native patients. Please don’t ask for tranquilizers or pain medications.”
It’s a point that’s almost funny: after we spent years complaining about how successive governments packed the Senate with their own party faithful and supporters, we’re now complaining about the same House of Parliament gradually filling with independents who have their own ideas about legislation, and aren’t afraid to use them.
As most readers probably know, today (May 9) is the 25th anniversary of the Westray Mine explosion in Plymouth, Pictou Co., in which 26 men were killed.
Dear Editor: Over three years ago I started what I thought would have been an easy task to get a corner on one of our public roads safer.