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I’m hanging up my safety vest...

I’m hanging up my safety vest...

To the editor, I just wanted to thank the community and show how special our local spirit is: thank you everyone for the kindness you showed me when I was working at the recycling depot. You hugged me even when I was dirty.
Crafting our policies on Bowen’s Public Art

Crafting our policies on Bowen’s Public Art

Dear Editor, The Bowen Island Arts Council thanks artists Shane Tweten and Simon Daniel James, who were commissioned to co-create the sculpture Honoring the Spirit of the Flame.
Oh, this sad September

Oh, this sad September

September.
Beach babies

Beach babies

I’m one of those people who never see anything in a microscope. Others get to ooh! and ahh! at a speck of something I never get to observe.
In memory of Bob Clark

In memory of Bob Clark

Bob Clark passed away on Tuesday, August 19th, 2014 with his loving family by his side. Bob fought courageously and taught us about the true meaning of strength and perseverance. He will be deeply missed by all of us.
Surplus lands

Surplus lands

A little red, a little white and lots of poetry

A little red, a little white and lots of poetry

Dear Editor, Everyone waxed poetic at the August 9 wine tasting at the Bowen Beer & Wine Cellar, sponsored by the Bowen island Arts Council.
What a great Dog Days day...

What a great Dog Days day...

Dear Editor, This year’s Dog Days of Summer was a fantastic event, well attended by both pooches and their masters. The Fierce Flyball Club came all the way from the valley and entertained us with their trained dogs running various agility courses.
Condolences to the Clark family

Condolences to the Clark family

Dear Editor and Community, It is with the greatest regret that I have learned of the passing of Deputy Fire Chief Bob Clark early Monday morning. Our thoughts are with his family at this difficult time.
Goodbye, from Gillian Bennett

Goodbye, from Gillian Bennett

Dear Editor, I will take my life today around noon. It is time. Ever so gradually at first, much faster now, I am turning into a vegetable. There comes a time in the progress of dementia, when one is no longer competent to guide one’s own affairs.