Opinion

So here's the thing: I have a problem with depression. I know what you're thinking.

The sun was beaming down on a cloudless day, my cup was filled with a golden brew, I was sitting 10 rows up behind home plate, and I wondered if life could get any better than this.

For those wondering how the CBC could have made the colossal election-night error of declaring John Reynolds had lost, the poll-by-poll results from Elections Canada provide fascinating insights.

It's the morning after. A day for candidates to either pat themselves on the back (never a shortcoming of any politician) or kick themselves a little lower in the same vicinity (never a habit of any politician).

With election day looming, I'm undecided, despite - or perhaps because of - hours of listening to debates. Since I'm not truly inspired to vote for any party, I'll try a process of elimination.John Reynolds: no.

Anyone who tuned in to Tuesday night's election debate looking for answers probably tuned out pretty quickly.

I recently met two little girls at Hackett Park who informed me I shouldn't let my one-year-old daughter run barefoot in the sand because "there's needles and glass in there." I gave them a puzzled look and asked how they knew that.

As I sit at my office staring out my window trying to get through another deadline week, I sometimes wonder if it's all worth it. The pressure of another week and fighting to get out another edition.

What a difference a week makes. This past Sunday, the Sunshine Coast stopped to honour heroes from another century - the men and women, some then as young as 16, who stepped forward to stop the onslaught of Hitler and his cronies on our world.

Welcome, tourists, to the Sunshine Coast, Gateway to Powell River and home of the world's largest gravel pit. A good time is guaranteed to all visitors.