The view before me

I was driving down one of my favourite riverside lanes the other day on the way to one of Red Deer’s amazing green spaces, when I had a glimpse of yesteryear out one side of my car and another of futurama out the other at precisely the same time. Moseying up the...

Being a senior is subjective

I had a meeting in a town an hour away last week and while I was circling the small Main Street looking for parking, I saw a sign on a building that read: Seniors (45+) Activity Centre. When did 45 year-old people become seniors? Didn’t that used to be middle age?...