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Where’s my dang teleporter? Seriously, it’s 2018. We are officially in the future. People in the 1950s thought we’d be drinking cancer-destroying mimosas while we flew through the skies in jetpacks with a miniature robot massaging our necks by now.

I’m not ready for the summer to be over. I suppose we’re all thinking that, and you’ll probably agree that it seems like the summer always has a way of jetting by before we even notice that it’s out the door.

In this space it has often been suggested one of the biggest challenges for farmers in terms of making a profit is maneuvering through the varied roadblocks created in the marketplace by government.

I woke up this morning, and unlike Tony Soprano, I did not get myself a gun. But I did get an email which indicated there was yet another merger in the works. Merger, acquisition, buyout, hostile takeover; same difference.

In this space it has often been suggested one of the biggest challenges for farmers in terms of making a profit is maneuvering through the varied roadblocks created in the marketplace by government.

Tabatha. Butterfly Bean. Water baby. Newly baptized Christian. As a grandmother with a passion to see her grandchildren following Jesus, that last one thrills me.

Isn’t this a wonderful time of year? So many delightful, delicious foods to enjoy from the garden or garden pots.

Station buildings completed — many structures in the course of erection — This was the opening statement of the Yorkton Column in the Manitoba Daily Free Press of Winnipeg November 12, 1890: The station buildings including tank, etc.

There are three inevitabilities in our universe: Death, gravity, and getting unexpectedly trapped in summer construction. You can plan for it, fight it, deny its existence; it will find you and delay your road journey by precious minutes.

I had never watched softball before. I knew what it was, of course, but hadn’t taken the time to take in a game.