Summer venues to keep teens occupied

July 13, 2017

Alice Cooper was right: school’s out for summer and “all the girls and boys [are] makin’ all that noise.” A girl can’t help but notice the number of teenagers that are now wandering the streets of Bancroft. But what else is there to do?

The problem with painting by numbers

Whenever I read an article where there are almost as many numbers as there are words, my BS detector immediately goes off. Not because I have an aversion to mathematics or a fear of calculators, but because numbers can be easily spun to add credibility to one point of view, or strip it away from another. Another reason I am skeptical of reading and writing such articles is that they are often misinterpreted by even the keenest of observers. Crunching the numbers while putting together the piece on the auditor’s report for the Town of Bancroft, I had to pause on more than a few occasions to give a little extra time and care to how the blend of digits and letters would and could be understood.

Discovering Bancroft’s Fish and Game Club

“Now you can say you’ve shot one of the most powerful handguns in the world,” hollered Bancroft Fish and Game Club secretary Dave Beardmore over my earplugs.

The price of cauliflower

By Tony Pearson This is part of a two part series; the second part will appear next week. Food prices have been in the news ...

Happy for freedom in Canada

Do you remember your first Canada Day celebration?

Seeing the past and future through Canadian music

Recognizing the current state most of the world finds itself in these days, one cannot help but think fondly of Canada.

Busy month planned for July

By Jody Didier In 1976, Neil Sedaka released an album called Steppin Out. The third song, on side two, was Good Times, Good Music and ...

Winning

By Tony Pearson “You don’t win silver – you lose gold!” So ran one ad for Nike shoes, which was featured prominently at the 1996 ...

Don’t forget it’s Father’s Day

Dads are the hardest people to buy for.

Loon alert

Snorkeling around the shoreline of one of L’Amable’s many lakes last summer, I accidentally finned my way into a pretty sketchy predicament. By no means was this a planned swim into the danger zone. My true intentions that day were in fact rather harmless. My goal, to tip back my last three lime coolers and test out a new underwear camera on a few largemouth bass I had been swimming with the day before. Walking down to the water, I could feel the heat radiating off the rocks as they massaged my feet. Sitting down at the water’s edge, I put on my fins, pulled down my mask and slipped beneath the surface with barely a sound.

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