Opinion

O n Easter Monday in 1935 a young pilot, Grant McConachie, landed his small ski-equipped plane in front of the Providence Hospital (present day Fort St. John Hospital).

Like many people, I was at the local trade show this weekend. And, although I wasn't asking for it, I found myself drawn into a conversation with one of those Multi-Level Marketing life insurance companies.

I am a concerned mother. I am grateful that no one has been harmed from the pipeline bombings, but I hear the message. It is an act of desperation, and whether you believe it or not, we are in desperate times.

A few weeks ago our nest was about as empty as it could get. Neither of our boys were planning on coming home for Easter and their Christmas visit was long behind us.

Some people I know try to think of new uses for worn out or broken items before they discard them. Personally, I think this is a good idea, but I've also made some messes this way. For instance, we once made a place to sit outside and enjoy the yard.

To the City of Dawson Creek, Stop killing us! Stop running the sidewalk and street sweepers eight hours daily.Your 600-foot long dust clouds are making it very difficult for many people to breathe.

If you want your home to stand out from the rest of the listed houses, then there are a few important things that you should do to make your house the one that everyone wants to live in.

If the conditions of our northern roads are not bad enough all by themselves, we have to contend with a virtual Noah's Ark of animals doing the 20 metre dash across our highways and biways.

I am writing this letter with one underlying thesis. If the government continues to legislate every single aspect of our lives, it occurs to me that this isn't freedom, it is a dictatorship.

At the City's budget meeting last Tuesday I was confronted by a member of the Ratepayers Assn.