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Vote … Canada   1 comment

An Elections Canada ballot box is shown on federal election day in Montreal, Monday, May 2, 2011. THE CANADIAN PRESS/Graham Hughes

The ladies have ceded the blog to me for today, because their goals are much the same as mine when it comes to politics. Specifically, we want you to vote.

This time, though, I’m talking, and so I’m talking to Canadians. Today is our scheduled general election day, after 40 bruising days of campaigning by the six parties, and it’s now up to us to choose. That’s what I’m asking you to do. Polls are already closed in the Atlantic provinces and parts of my province of Québec, and more will be closing in some 20 minutes. It’s your job, if your poll is still open, to get in there and make your X on your ballot.

Why? Because, believe it or not, the votes matter. This is where we finally get a real say in how we want our country to work, how we can hold these men and women accountable for the actions they’ve taken. Your vote matters, especially in an election as close as this one is. So get out there!

Posted October 21, 2019 by Conan Bankersbox in Real Life

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Four Strong Winds   Leave a comment

We each took our own photos, and Harper made the composite. You’ll find the full-size version (1920 wallpaper) on Harper’s Flickr stream.

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If there’s a song that is considered “quintessentially Canadian,” it’s Ian Tyson’s “Four Strong Winds.” Around 55 years have passed since Ian wrote it, and performed it with his then-wife Sylvia Tyson (née Fricker). “Four Strong Winds” became not only a standard in the Canadian repertoire, but also well known in the United States after performers such as Judy Collins and Johnny Cash performed it.

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Suffer the Children


Can you help me remember how to smile
Make it somehow all seem worthwhile ….

Just one possible result of a runaway’s world

Yesterday, while listening to Sirius XM on my computer, I stumbled across an old 1993 ballad — Soul Asylum’s “Runaway Train.” It had been years since I’d listened to it, and I’d forgotten how powerful and painful this song was; even more so when I pulled up on YouTube one of the several versions of the video. (You can see below for the embedded video, or follow the link.) The closing of an Amber Alert here in Canada today, with the sad death of the missing girl and the arrest of her father, just spurs me more to write this.

Runaways and missing children have always been with us, but they really came to the front of people’s knowledge with cases like Etan Patz and Adam Walsh. (See Harper’s article from 2012. In researching today’s article, I’ve learned that Etan was declared legally dead in 2001, and that a man who confessed was convicted of second-degree murder in 2017.) Those boys are just two of thousands of boys and girls who disappear every year, either by running off for some reason, or being kidnapped. It’s not confined to one country, either — Canada has its own burden of missing, as does probably every region on Earth.

If, somehow, you know information that can lead to finding one of the missing, any age, any condition, please give the authorities that info. You can contact your local police or constabulary. Additionally, you can contact the Missing Children Society of Canada, or the National Center for Missing and Exploited Children in the United States.

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Posted February 15, 2019 by Conan Bankersbox in Real Life

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Ippos Winter

No SLurl for this; Ippos has a lot of private residences.

Posted December 7, 2018 by Conan Bankersbox in Arts, Photographs

Skating Party

Photographed in Hollyee (Starlight Shores region)

First Snows

Photographed in Footprints in the Snow 2 region.  This is mainly a seasonal residential sim (with small houses for rent), but it has some nice public areas for attempts at photography.

Full-size wallpaper at my Flickr stream

Night Mail

This is the night mail crossing the Border,
Bringing the cheque and the postal order,
Letters for the rich, letters for the poor,
The shop at the corner, the girl next door.
Pulling up Beattock, a steady climb:
The gradient’s against her, but she’s on time.

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