Columns
In the event that you're one of the many, many Utahns who read The Citizen, and, more specifically, my column, reading this week's installment - guess what? You're not.
Revelations of a surreal kind have unfolded in the pages of this very-beloved column, The Chaff. A tempest, the likes of which could have been scripted by the Bard himself, now threatens to engulf the once-tranquil waters...
Case closed?, This is fine, The view from the centre
A column in The Globe and Mail by Marcus Gee, recently, drew my attention because he wrote about the willingness of some people to judge other people.
So here we are, folks - hurtling headfirst into another horrible heap of hurlyburly, hubbubs and ham-fisted hijinks. Today, we're not just shoveling the usual Chaff. No, we're diving deep into The Phaff - a parody of The Chaff.
What luck, for you, that the winner of the closest-to-the-pin competition at last Friday's Charlie Shaw Memorial Golf Tournament has a weekly column in an award-winning local newspaper. Might he share some wisdom? He just might.
Tragedy mounted on tragedy, last week, when three young girls, aged six to nine, were stabbed at a dance class in England.
The man charged with the crime was only 17 and, as in Canada, his name wasn't released, because...
A fortnight to remember, Know when to fold 'em, Once more, you open the door
Big things are coming up in the Bayfield area on Aug. 15 and 16 when the Huron County Plowing Match will be held at Vermue Farms on Bayfield River Road.
Terrible! That's the word on everyone's lips at The Chaff office today as the ominous shadow of Chaff2K looms large.
One thing that a particular sect of people who use social media (predominantly Facebook for this one) like to present is the narrative that they had/have it so much worse than some other group.
Those of us who are, like me, senior citizens these days are so fortunate to live in the time we do.
Take me to the river, Same as it ever was, This must be the place
Unprepared, unassured but, somehow, undaunted, I've wandered into a whirlwind wonder of wild, wooly words, folks. I'm Chervid Jamson, pinch-hitting for my perplexed, possibly fictitious cousin, Dervid Hamson
As anyone who has talked to me out on the street or over a drink in a backyard will tell you, it's common to hear me extolling the virtues of the newspaper - more specifically, our work here at The Citizen.
It's strange that, given how much American media influences what we Canadians watch, we still think so differently on many things.
Claims, opinions, views, Defending champions, What's the plan?
Do you ever read this column and think, wow, I can't believe he got 600 words out of that idea? Ever think, hey, this column could have been an e-mail? Don't think I can keep taking a small idea and spin it into a whole column? Just watch me, Bozo.
Vacation vibes are in full swing, and I, Dervid Hamson, have been given the unique opportunity to fill in for the regular writers of The Chaff while they enjoy a well-deserved break.
Recently we attended the wedding of our oldest granddaughter up near the edge of Georgian Bay to a young man she met after going to school up there, years ago.
Let your mind travel back about 40 or so years and find yourself and your brother Jim ready for breakfast, eyeing up the new box of Kellogg's Corn Flakes.
Wanderers of this word wilderness, gather 'round, for we bring you a tale both briny and baffling. This week, The Chaff plunges into the murky depths of a culinary conundrum that has puzzled taste buds...
Remember during the pandemic, when international travel was precarious, that our various levels of government encouraged us to travel within our own county or province or country?