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Maximizing those travel freebies

Nothing cranks up a senior like finding one or several bargains. This is particularly true when on a road trip.

Recently, we hauled the gene pool back over a couple thousand clicks and had our bargain-hunting antennae set to super sensitive.

The first order of business was fuelling up. Just 20 bucks the first fill as it was three cents a litre less down the road 100 miles. Ka-ching!

Next it was coffee. Order it with a muffin and you’ve got a good start on breakfast for half the price.

Submitted by the Stewardship Youth Rangers

Hello and boozhoo from the 2014 Stewardship Youth Rangers of Fort Frances District!

We are eight high school students (Hailey Beaudry, Caleigh Payne, Cameron Jolicoeur, Matt Berube, Mitchell Jones-Foy, James Gesic, Ashtyn Dokuchie, and Jenny Hammond) who are very excited to be participating in this Ministry of Natural Resources and Forestry summer employment program!

We’re looking forward to learning more about natural resources in the Fort Frances area and how we can be good stewards of them—all while acquiring valuable workplace skills, training, and experience.

Beware of high water hazards

The recent high water levels have brought all kinds of interesting news.

Competing in the Emu walleye tournament, Bryan Bonot reportedly showed a predilection for switching from angling to full-immersion water sports.

No word if he plans to make the switch permanent or if he was just “testing the waters,” so to speak.

In Rainy, after fits and starts, I finally launched my pontoon boat, the “Pearl of the Rainy.” Pickle and the Runt were very happy to see it floating peacefully in its slip as they both had a hankering to go out and match wits with the wily walleye.

The joy of mud puddles

A sight the other morning made me stop and reflect on what is really memorable and important in life.

’Tis the season of mud puddles and Ava and Colton, my neighbour’s kids, were busy stomping through the lake at the end of their driveway.

I shouted over, asking them if they were having fun, and their enthusiastic response left no doubt about the joy mud puddles bring.

Mom must have been busy inside with the baby.

Is it really spring?

After a few fits and starts, maybe spring is here—or at least we are on the cusp of it . . . I hope.

“Elliott, why and earth are you back from the south? Don’t you read the weather reports?” is the question someone puts to me at least once a day.

I ask myself the same question even more frequently. But I must say signs of pending spring at the debating table at the Bakery in Rainy River are becoming more frequent.

All’s well that ends well

Sheila was in a blue funk. Her office recently had the lighting updated—the chief result being her radio no longer could pull in our local hog-rastlin’ music station.

What to do?

“Why don’t you take your satellite radio into work? You know I never listen to it at home during the day and you can bring it back home at night,” suggested hubby, Jack, always ready with a practical solution.

“Well, it will need another antenna installed because the metal roof at the office will kill its reception,” countered Sheila, ever one to envision potential problems.

From eternity with love

Submitted by Pastor Sean Ward Apostolic Way

Recently, I became third party to a conversation that took place with regards to whether or not the Bible account is true.

I would like to present the following six miracle proofs in response!

1. Miracle of Antiquity

The Bible took more than 1,500 years to complete. While some Old Testament manuscripts date back earlier than 300 BC, the Old Testament mostly was completed by 300 BC—with some setting the date possibly at 500 BC.

Dem sore bones

“Dem bones, dem bones, dem sore bones” is the seniors’ lament after covering a couple thousand kilometres behind the wheel, particularly when heading north into the snow and cold.

Nothing makes you appreciate a warm climate by not being in one.

After two days on the road, my wife, the Pearl of the Orient, and I were creaking and groaning like a couple of pieces of rusty old equipment that had not experienced the relief of a grease gun for a couple of decades.

Running low on coin

Bit coin?

Having a bit of coin is something I used to understand.

Big Pie, up in Rat Portage, explained it as having enough cash to make a down payment on another piece of equipment without sending his wife, Sweet Charlotte, into a frenzy about pending financial ruin.

Hollerin’ Harold in Emu (home of some really strange birds) considered it another drum of toonies he could bury. For Pickle, it means an order of toast and peanut; for the Runt, it’s toast, peanut butter, and jam.

As for me, I think it’s being able to fully fund my coffee break for another week.

It’s only chemistry

“It’s simply chemistry. No challenge,” explained one young wit in response to his mother’s inquiry as to why he never bothered to include anything from that genre in his gastronomic delights.

“That may explain some of my failures,” concluded Diane during the discussion on delightful desserts.

“I was banned from the chem lab for blowing up too many experiments” she recalled, pointing to a couple of minor scars and explaining the nervous breakdown one of her teachers had suffered.