My father was in the Navy, and his career bounced us from Ottawa, to Halifax, to Toronto, back and forth, for years, and then later, to Norfolk and London, England. While I spent half my youth living in Dartmouth, I spent the other half being conditioned by my mother to love Nova Scotia and miss home when we lived away.
Look closely at that picture over there. Rolling Stones, right? Halifax, or Moncton show? Neither. That my loyal readers is a picture of the Rolling Stones at Frank Clair Field in Landsdowne Park in Ottawa. The concert took place in a stadium. Let’s talk about stadiums. In the Chronicle Herald yesterday (Wednesday Oct 5) the columnist for (corrected, I thought he was editor) the business section, Roger Taylor, wrote a column that included the sentiment – read more –
The sun came up, the world did not end, the Nova Scotia NDP are in power. As my wife joked with her mum last night “Yes mom, the NDP are going to be the government, put Dad on a suicide watch.” All joking aside, for 25-30% of the province, the election of the NDP creates a deep personal conflict. In rural Nova Scotia, success and livelihoods have for too long been tied to the government – read more –