by Denise Freeman
When I moved to Owen Sound from a large city I had to learn how to interact with my neighbors. Now I am a very friendly, social sort of person, so I was taken aback by my ineptitude. When walking my dog, a smile or nod won't do, I have to stop, listen, chat, look into another's eyes and pay attention. Winston , dog of great skill, presents his upturned furry face and melted chocolate eyes to each passerby, rewarding them with his complete focus. When the furnace repair man arrives on a cold February day and returns our home to cozy and warm, next thing you know the conversation at the door goes on long enough that you might as well put the the kettle on for tea. And my all time favorite, at the Y after Aqua fit, the ladies change area is clattering with gardening tips and travails. No longer a newcomer ,I pipe up from behind the shower curtain that I just can't grow rhubarb. A friendly voice says, " I have so much, would you like some?" "I would love that", "who am I speaking to?", and I emerge naked and dripping to close the deal with my fellow senior swimmer. The next morning she arrived with so much rhubarb she needed a bundle buggy to transport it. Word gets around, rhubarb appeared in our mailbox, on the back deck.
by Kelly Babcock
The Arts Editor for the Hub is an odd sort of guy. He writes the column "Coming Right Up" every Wednesday so that people who read the Hub know what their options are for the weekend. He also takes care of some of the technical stuff involved in the operation of the on-line, paperless magazine, and helps out in any way he can with promotions.
But there's more to him than that. He is an advocate of freedom of speech, and of LGBTQ rights. He is a writer who writes a blog on ADHD for a psychology web site, Psych Central, in the U.S.A. And he is a musician and song writer.
You may rest assured that all this is true, as the editor in question detests lies and he has written this himself.
One other truth about him is that he abhors Cancer. And to make his contribution to the fight against Cancer, he has collected pledges donated by people who wish to see him shave his head on six different occasions in his life. The seventh time is happening on Saturday, June 6th around 1:00PM at Stow-it Self Storage OS 1960 20th Street East in Owen Sound.
In an effort to get as many people involved in the event as he can, he is offering an invitation to anyone who pledges over $20 to attend a show put on by himself and his band ...
by Paul Vanwyck, Exclusive to The Hub
OWEN SOUND – There has been no action on the much needed dredging of the Owen Sound harbour since a report advising against it was released to the public last summer. The 2200+ page report by Dillon Consulting cites pollution by a variety of compounds as the reason not to dredge, but a memo leaked on the internet says Transport Canada refuses to dredge the harbour for fear of angering the sea serpent that allegedly lives there.
The harbour, once known as the "Gateway to the West" because so many settlers headed to the prairies and beyond came through it, is in desperate need of dredging. The city has been asking the federal government, who own the harbour, to dredge it for over 15 years now.
Instead, the feds put up fencing that's supposed to protect the harbour from terrorists and have done repair work on the wall of the inner harbour.
by Kelly Babcock
Thursday June 4th and Friday June 5th, The Choir That Rocks Owen Sound presents "Life Is A Highway" at the Harmony Centre Owen Sound Doors open at 7:00PM, concert starts at 7:30, pay within your means, tickets at the door. The choir will ... "explore the songs that help us down the road of life and we will ROCK YOU!"
Thursday, Friday, and Saturday, June 4th, 5th, and 6th, at 7:30PM at The Roxy, The Mousetrap by Agatha Christie. In this murder mystery, the guests of Monkswell Manor are in for more than they bargained for when they are storm stayed and become suspects in a murder that any one of them could have committed. The intrepid Detective Sergeant Trotter is tasked with finding the culprit amongst them. Set in 1950s England, The Mousetrap is the ultimate whodunit, filled with mystery, suspense and intrigue.
by MaryAnn Wilhelm
I am a damaged package of goods, worse than a suitcase that has gone through a US airport - I was a child, my mother was a child. These residential school adults were only children then. Rather than learning, kindness, love and compassion; they were stripped of parents, stripped of identity, raped, abused - neglected. I will never be whole and perhaps many more are like me and have come to those terms of understanding. I've long since accepted that reality. The void will always be there, a reminder of the past, like a grave with cross without a name.
My fingers fumbled their way this morning; a little hungover from the aftermath of last night's Trith and Reconciliation conversation- #TRC2015. My fingers danced across the keyboard, searching for the words that represent what I experienced last night. For countless others across this country, spirits fight for survival, seek to find meaning, to find pride. Last night should have been a proud moment for all Canadians and Aboriginals but it's been smeared by one act. This act is an indignity to the dead, indignity to the nations, an indignity to all our missing and murdered aboriginal women and a cyber slap to all those who are missing family members. Even if Conservatives don't support the inquiry, Valcourt was a guest and should've at least stood up, at the least - stood up. No - he choose to stay seated, defiant and as a representative of the Conservatives he tells the nations of the world a story told over and over again in the history books of Conservative rule. "We have an Indian problem."
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