The farming industry in Atlantic Canada is at a tipping point.
When I was nine or 10, two or three boys the same age bent me backward over a guardrail one day and said they wouldn’t let me go until I told them what Tampax was.
Menstruation was not something I talked about with my mother or sisters, let alone with boys. I was mortified.
For James Cody, a long process has come to an end: the Supreme Court of Canada ruled late last week that five years was too long to wait for a five-day trial, and stayed charges against the Newfoundland man.
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.
It seems that when you get my age you seem to hear the phrase, “B’y, this growing old sucks.” And I am inclined to agree with this, but then someone comes up with, “It sure beats the hell out of the alternative.”
Food for thought.