Opinion

It was one of my most embarrassing moments. I climbed out of the water at the triathlon at West Lake and in front of all the spectators, I threw up on James Sexton's shoes.

A word of advice to our city council. Don't borrow $2.5 million for the library entrance. Go and ask Shirley Bond and Mike Morris for it. With their jobs for the next four years on the line, no request for B.C. taxpayer money will be denied.

Each morning, for the past several months, I have questioned why I continue to pay for a newspaper that I flip through as quickly as I can eat a bowl of cereal. However, this morning was different.

When my copy of today's P.G. Citizen arrived, I turned to the editorial page - my favourite. I so appreciate the views Neil Godbout offers whether I agree with them or not.

This is just a theory but I believe that the millennials' problem got its start in 1969 at Woodstock. Here we had close to 400,000 20-somethings doing their own thing with no consequences.

It's called Snowmegeddon. It was kind of amusing on the first day in the Lower Mainland, watching them do the "bump-a-car" thing. On the second day it started to get a little more serious. It was kind of unusual to see this kind of mayhem persist.

The Donald Trump phenomenon has sucked up all the political oxygen in the past two months. It's so transfixing to watch a rogue presidency take shape that there's scarcely any breathing room left to devote to more mundane affairs closer to home.

The good news ends at the city limits.

To live, we need the air we breathe, the food we eat and the water we drink. But of the three - air, food and water - air is the one we need on a continual basis.

Not long before the end of his young life, Alex Gervais was placed in the Abbotsford hotel where he would live out his remaining days before throwing himself to his death out of a fourth-floor window.