Homebodies - Things that made me smile

By Rita Friesen

A rather aggressive driver swept past me, certainly exceeding the speed limit. And then, just nicely ahead of me the driver slammed on his brakes. My thoughts were less than charitable! The car swerved to the left, dodging a mother duck hustling her little family across the busy highway. My thoughts were mixed, shame over my hasty reaction, and pleasure at the consideration shown by the driver of the other car. 

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Not so silent E - Welcome to Neepawa coach...Please protect our lunch money

By Eoin Devereux

The Neepawa Banner

The Neepawa Natives have tracked down a new coach for the upcoming MJHL season. On May 21, the team announced it had come to terms with Jim Fuyarchuk to fill space behind the players during games.

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My perspective - Put a sock in it

By Kate Jackman-Atkinson

The Neepawa Banner

Last week, Neepawa council effectively voted to muzzle themselves. At the May 19 council meeting, they unanimously and without discussion passed a new media relations policy that could be politely described as “restrictive”.

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Right in the centre - Kick them out!

By Ken Waddell

The Neepawa Banner

If there’s a lesson coming out of Alberta’s election of an NDP government it is this. People eventually get tired of governments unless those governments can explain their actions to the voters. The 44 year-old PC government in Alberta had gone long past their best before date and could no longer explain their actions to the voters. They had driven off into the political wilderness somewhere and couldn’t understand why people didn’t still support them. Their wandering has been well documented.

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I shot an arrow into the air

By Rita Friesen

“I shot an arrow into the air, it fell to earth, I know not where”. This line from an American poet, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow, has been circling around in my thoughts this week. My reflections had me centering around that actions go out into our universe and we never really know the actual results of what we have done. The words entered and re-entered my consciousness enough that I resorted to searching for a copy of the poem. 

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