Opinion

On October 29, 2018, the unthinkable happened. I was walking through downtown Prince George on a Monday afternoon. A disheveled looking Caucasian male attacked me with the intent of stealing my purse. I tried to fight him off as best as I could.

Hello, my name is Terry. I’m a Canadian and I’m a racist.

By now, your City of Prince George utility bill has arrived in the mail.

Only in Prince George can you hear an ad on the radio and find yourself in a major summer theatre production within a few short weeks and have a bucket list dream come true. I remember it like it was yesterday.

Apparently my oblique reference to our country’s problems and the need to turn the promulgators on their heads ruffled some feathers last week.

“Lack of Federal Crown draws judge’s rebuke” (Feb. 20, Citizen). Yes, there is a lack of federal Crown everywhere. You've touched softly on the trouble that is boiling beneath.

I should have paid more attention to the fact that my parents and their friends were rather tipsy from the wine they were drinking when they proposed an idea for a new product.

An extension cord ran under her apartment door, plugged in to the outlet in the hallway. With their Hydro cut off, my sister’s resourceful boys were finessing power for a single light bulb.

The crisis created by the blockades supporting the Wet’suwet’en has finally put government at all levels under every stripe where Indigenous people have been.

I spent the last two weeks touring the North Island of New Zealand. The country is split into two large islands of comparable size and lots of smaller islands with interesting characteristics. Some islands are even ancient and active volcanoes.