Opinion

One of my miniature horses, Milo, and I recently went to a driving competition — it was our first trip away from home to a competition site where there was no stabling or nearby accommodation.

As enjoyable as it is to write a column, it can sometimes be a difficult task, especially during trying times such as these, with the recent floods devastating much of our area and the loss of two who were close to the Cochrane Eagle, Billy Powers an

So last Thursday morning I come into the office after missing about 10 days of what now seems a pretty insignificant medical challenge, and I’m thinking, I better give Billy a call and get him to do a column on Jack Gotta.

Two unplanned events – one joyful, the other sad but with a gold lining – underlie my writing of this week’s column while I’m on the road.

My column space is usually reserved to discuss fly fishing tips or to share some goofy story about fishing for cutthroat trout, but instead, I have been asked by the mighty Eagle to write something about my dad, who recently passed away.

On July 2, Patrick Webb of the Rotary Club of High River, District 5360, sent out this request: The High River Rotary Club again are very pleased to have volunteers from several other Rotary clubs join us in providing help to flooded out citizens of

And they’re off! It was 1953, a bright and sunny July morning, and a young city-slicker stepped unaware into what would be the beginning of an amazing and thrilling career in the world famous Calgary Stampede.

Occasionally someone says, does or writes something that most of wish we had been the first to talk about, write about or do something about.

OK. I admit it. I’m scared. I’ve never died before. I don’t know what to expect.

“We have been socialized to believe that money and material things are the measure of success,” a prominent Canadian economist wrote to me in response to our current series of columns on success.