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There is a parallel pandemic sweeping urban centres of the nation, and experts say that the potential consequences could be catastrophic.
Eye-witness accounts from Vancouver to Halifax have reported that armies of electric scooter operators, their faces invariably expressing vacant, imbecilic glee, are overrunning the streets, sidewalks and alleyways of our cities.
German Riesling is absolutely unprecedented in its versatility, and no other style of wine is great in so many different ways. Riesling succeeds on a vast continuum of sweetness, ranging from bone-dry to lusciously sweet, and every single step in between. And along each point of this continuum, perhaps excepting the very sweetest, one will find slim, willowy wines as well as those of great weight and richness, and all that lies betwixt. This is to say that any given vintage in Germany will produce wines that range from 6-14% alcohol, covering everything from gossamer delicacy to raw power.
“Woah! You should use a bell, mate!”
Aside from greeting my cats, these are often the first words of the day that I speak aloud. I'm on the bike path early in the morning, grateful for the beautiful sights and smells that accompany summertime fitness. The sun starts to rise but the wind hasn't caught up yet, and critters of the river valley scuttle and flit about. Inevitably, I'll hit a section of the path that's been compromised by obtrusive tree roots. Pedalling fast and dodging the incidental speed bumps, my trajectory temporarily becomes unpredictable. Just then, an unannounced spandex-clad speed-demon overtakes me on a bike that's worth more than my house.
My maternal grandmother recently moved to Calgary, making this the first time in her 90 years to call our fair city “home”. Covid-19 restrictions disallow me from entering her care facility, so when I paid her my inaugural visit this past weekend I waited out front for her to come down. As she emerged, an ambulance pulled up and two paramedics calmly rolled a stretcher into the building.
I've been trying to spend as much time on the bike paths and riversides as possible, finding that it's good for my sanity. There's a particular spot that I make a habit of visiting on my early morning ride. I've spotted a mink there a few times in the last year and there's always the hope that if I'm discreet enough, it’ll scuttle by and improve my day.
