Note: I have now lived through two will the Oilers go? how can we keep the Oilers? municipal psychological dramas. I will leave to those who are better analyzers the task of finding words and arguments for each side. I suppose there are words and arguments for both sides. I hope the sides come up with a fair deal for Edmontonians. For some reason, I have chronicled the twists and turns of the latest saga through the imaginary lens of songs that might have been written by McCartney and Katz. Katz has chosen not to speak publicly, at least not out of extremely controlled situations. So, what might he come up with if he composed songs with a partner who was trying to achieve some harmony? These are the greatest hits from Twitter -- so far!
There is a proposal afoot to build what city hall transportation poets call the minimum grid for physically separated bike lane infrastructure. In translation, it's a vision for a humane way for bicycle riders to move safely in the downtown core. And a more rational way for automobile drivers to experience bicycle riders. My friend Sandra suggested that I speak at the committee meeting yesterday where city councillors took a first crack at it. This is what I said. I'm Glenn Kubish. I'm a lifelong Edmontonian. I learned to ride a bicycle in Delwood in the proud northeast end. I'm now a taxpayer in Parkview in west Edmonton. I still ride my bike. I commute downtown by bicycle through four seasons of Edmonton weather. That makes me a bit of a diehard, according to some critics who would have you believe that because we get some snow, we all have to go inside. But that's an issue for another day. I reject that label, diehard. I think on my bicycle I'm very much a d…
What a collection of short stories I rode through today as I pedalled downtown Edmonton.
First, the very predictable blow-through-a-red-light move from the driver of a big shiny pickup. The prospect of obeying the law was simply too much:
The encounter at Jasper and 101 St left me with a few thoughts and questions.
For those wondering what an Oregon Stop is, this was it—performed elegantly by a two-ton behemoth in front of a pedestrian. Those who would make the story as car versus bike are blowing smoke. It has always been a story of the unexpected consequences of overprotected vehicle drivers versus the law. Instead of a licence plate, or in addition to a licence plate, wouldn't it be neat if the postal code of the driver was visible? Does he live in the downtown neighbhourhood he's disobeying the law in?What, if anything, does Starbucks think about the infraction? They live right there. Do they live there?Would it be a good idea to have laws that permit the registered owner of…
(Editor's note: My friend Robin Stevenson is a Cubs fan. Not a bandwagon jumper, not a celebrity-watcher, but a fan who has from afar carried her share of the grief of more than a century—that now has vanished. Robin guest blogged at the beginning of the season and again at the All-Star break. I think she deserves some of the credit for the historic win. Here is her final post.)
It has happened. Finally. The Chicago Cubs are World Series champions. They did it. We did it.
Grandfather Cecil Stevenson: the Cubs won in dramatic, epic style!
My first reaction was relief. That final out in the 10th inning meant no more bad things could happen.
Then it set in. What just happened was the best thing ever. My heart was pounding. I might have been in shock.
We busted some ghosts.
I have been cheering for the Cubs for most of my life. There have been some pretty bleak seasons in the 108 years the team has wandered in the baseball wilderness. You don't have to go back far for proof. Th…