Opinion

Recently, a group of Squamish seniors assembled as usual at the district lawn bowling facility for, we hoped, a morning of friendly competition and socializing.

I was born and raised in Squamish, and now more than ever the lack of support, pride and appreciation for our local artists is evident. I read last week’s article regarding Squamish as a canvas for the ongoing Vancouver Biennale art installations.

The trouble with all you people arguing about the LNG plant is that none of you, pro or con, are willing to give an inch.

Almost every activity we do, from crossing the street to dangling off a cliff by ropes, involves an element of risk. We can be hit by a truck as we attempt to walk to the store, and if we are on a bicycle, that risk seems to be even higher.

On a recent Saturday morning, I parked adjacent to the offerings on display at a busy garage sale in Brackendale, where kids, dogs and moms pushing strollers were out in full force.

It’s easy to be a feminist when you’re a teenager. At 18, I was an ardent one, fuelled by the confidence teachers had given me. I was certain that I was as capable as my brother and male classmates. My parents assured me I was.

I am writing to you about the recent column that was published about grad parties. As a current Grade 12 student at Howe Sound Secondary, I took offence to the statements that were included. I found this column very judgmental.

As property tax notices come out this week, it won’t be much of a surprise to anyone to see their taxes going up. With well reported infrastructure demands, this is a trend that is bound to continue.

As the parent of one of the kids who helped re-establish an old existing small dirt jump zone on an old road grade, I am writing in defence of my son’s participation.

I recently saw the first negative commercial in the coming avalanche of election entertainment. Apparently Justin Trudeau is just not ready yet. The message I understand is, finally P.M.S. Harper has paid for an ad. Hooray! While in power, Mr.