On Friday, December 2 — a date which will live in infamy — high school kids throughout Nova Scotia took to the streets to get some fresh air, and show support for their teachers.
They are kids. Just that. Moreover an afternoon off school is, after all, an afternoon off school. The circumstances surrounding which hardly invite investigation. Or hesitation.
Even the NDP caucus office’s red-headed stepchild, Kyle Buott, is right once in awhile.
“Jamie Baillie is the worst kind of politician,” he wrote on Facebook the other day.
“He speaks out of both sides of his mouth.”
I had noticed that, too.
It was Christmas morning of 1965, and as I made my way down the stairs at 7 a.m. with my younger sister in hot pursuit, I was praying that “it” would be there waiting for me under the tree. It was!
It was a rather rowdy Sunday over at the Rath Eastlink Community Centre in Truro and sports complex on December 4, and we’re not talking about the action on the ice. Behind the unassuming glass doors of a meeting room, off to the side of the rink, gathered the members and supporters of Volleyball Nova Scotia for the annual AGM and airing of grievances.
This past year, one Halifax building received a national award that is rarely bestowed in these parts.
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