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Well, we survived the holidays. As I previously wrote in my column a couple weeks ago, my significant other and I hosted his parents and my dad for Christmas dinner this year. And, I have to say, it went better than expected.

Welcome to the New Year, and welcome to 2011! It looks to me like the great science fiction author Arthur C.

Provincial Politics

Jennifer's Journal

Farmland is a finite resource on this planet and as far back as the 1800s it was in such limited supply in Europe families recognized they could not chop small holdings into enough pieces to give large families a future.

I long for the good old days when I was a verifiable nighthawk. Mind you in those days of yore, rising in the morning was more of a struggle, but I think I would trade that in for the honour of once again being one of kings of midnight activities.

A revival of community spirit and co-operation was very much in evidence in Estevan this past year, which was very heartening to witness on many fronts.

If you ask most children about their favourite part of the holidays, they'll most likely tell you it's getting presents and/or the time off school.

My wife and I went to a bar the other night to take in a show by a friend of mine who does lovely jazz standards. We got there early enough to eat, although - since my friend is a popular performer - our table was well back from the stage.

Happy birthday to me today! (I won't get to write that for a another few years.) Yes, my mom was oh-so-lucky to have given birth to me on New Year's Eve. So much for ringing in the new year.