Opinion

Jack Richards, who lives in Bearspaw with his wife, Patricia, is a big name in the area. His Cochrane legacy is Big Hill Towing and he has left it in his daughter, Jackie Richards’, hands.

Nothing like a little sports stuff for a Thursday paper. First an apology. I’m sorry I didn’t draw your name for the WestJet plane trip offered by Rage football. Check the photo next door to see who won. Now to golf.

I’ve bought two bikes on Kijiji in the past year and both initial phone calls lasted a minute and involved two questions: “Still have the bike?” and, “Where do you live?” I recently tried to sell the bike my 10-year-old daughter has outgrown and had

This is the second in a pair of guest columns by my sons, this one by Toronto-based writer/editor JAMES HARBECK, creator of the popular blog for lovers of the English language, Word Tasting Notes (sesquiotic.wordpress.com).

On Aug. 12, I was flying into Denver and still feeling the effects of the four-day TransRockies Challenge. I had got pretty beaten up riding my mountain bike, navigating trail sections between Blairmore and Canmore.

It is a pretty humbling experience to see a community holding someone special in their hearts and minds, and to witness the outpouring of love, generosity and gratitude unfold in front of your eyes.

In the midst of an unexpectedly full summer, my wife Mary Anna and I were actually able to squeeze in a memorable three-hour mini-holiday.

So far, in TransRockies Quest 888, I have completed three events, the Skirt chaser 5km, the Fernie 80km Trail Ultra and the Kananaskis three day 76km Trail Ultra. On July 13, it was a change of pace, The TransRockies Gran Fondo.

I’m writing from the good ship “Hospice.” It is a wonderful place to be. The staff is amazing, the food is great and the smiles never stop coming. And my visitors never stop coming.

Bragg Creek is alive and well. Well, maybe not that well, but it’s getting there. One can only appreciate the flood damage done to that community by seeing it in person. It is simply awful. It simply can’t be imagined.