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This week we celebrated Sea Fair, the longest running annual event in our city's calendar. There were the usual floats, carnival rides, local musicians on stage and, of course, the parade.

The Wheatland Senior Centre holds weekly activities.

"Dad, Can you write in the dark?" "I think so. What is it you want me to write?" "Your name on this report card." That is just about how we sometimes would like to trick God. Temptation and sin can mire us in temporary despair.

God is a poet who whispers words in our ears and puts thoughts in our hearts. Recently my wife and I went on a family visit. Our two year old granddaughter said, "Grandpa Ken is coming. He loves me.

In birth order, Granddaughter Number Two recently boosted my ego by asking about one of my dessert specialties.

A toe-tapping ditty was popular a few years back: "So let the sunshine in, face it with a grin. Smilers never lose and frowners never winopen up your heart and let the sunshine in." This week two occasions gave me cause to contemplate these words.

A couple is travelling down the road. The wife says, "We're on the wrong road." The husband replies, "That's o.k. We're making good time." When it comes to understanding pain and suffering, most of us are on the wrong road.

It's hard to find a funny or even light-hearted topic for this week's offering.

Some strive for it with a fanaticism; some take short cuts and cheat to get it. But that is all for glory that does not last.

"Stripped of the cunning artifices of the tailor, and standing forth in the garb of Eden - what a sorry set of round-shouldered, spindle-shanked, crane-necked varlets would civilized men appear!" Herman Melville Before you mistake me for a misanthrop