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With the slippery rainy season upon us, and the even more slippery, winter season just ahead, I've found myself watching the driving habits of others in the community and cringing.

My horoscope was right; it's been a frustrating month for communication. But I don't blame the stars, I blame the telecommunications monopoly on pay phones. You see, for reasons too long - and dull - to list, I have no cell phone.

The week ahead marks Mental Illness Awareness Week and Breastfeeding Week so I'm declaring a new issue we can celebrate with its own special week. As of today, Sept. 19 to 26 is declared Rampant Rumour Week.

Squamish has what everyone around the world wants. We have a community. Other suburbs of Vancouver and beyond simply don't have that feeling of belonging that undeniably comes with saying "I'm from Squamish".

Ever since Sept. 11 and the subsequent erosion of civil liberties south of the border with the Patriot Act, I have been smugly proud of how Canadians have kept to the high ground during the so-called War on Terror. But recently that has all changed.

Letters

Letters

If you only go to one public information meeting this fall, make it the Official Community Plan (OCP) information open house set for Wednesday (Sept. 21).

Letters

For weeks now I've watched with astonishment as New Orleans residents attempt to survive the carnage of Hurricane Katrina - and I include in this carnage the aftermath of human depravity.