Opinion

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.

Recovery after the devastation of recent flooding is a lengthy, costly process but there are groups out there to help equestrians deal with their problems.

Not long ago a friend of mine walked into a place I was at, and most won’t be surprised that it was a bar, carrying what was obviously an old magazine.

At 11 a.m. on Sunday June 16, I was standing in one of the parking lots at CrossIron Mills, just north of Calgary. Normally, there would be hundreds of parked cars. Today, there were none.

Area waterways have been littered with trees, trash and treasures – and tragically, even beloved homes – floating downstream due to the floods in southern Alberta the past few days.

A week ago in this space we talked about the stupidity of professional sport in the way they pay athletes to do something that most, if not all, of us would do for free.

It is now finally the National Hockey League’s Stanley Cup. The two teams that made it are the Chicago Blackhawks and the Boston Bruins. Yeah, I was off on my predictions, but these teams deserved it.