This is a hilarious visit to aging and the magic elixir of the fountain of youth. These three remarkable actors bounce back and forth between their 70s and early 20s with joyous interactions along the way. This movie may have been Ms. Keaton's Swan Song. Thank you Ms. Keaton for the many years of laughter n joy. We will see you on the other side! https://www.elle.com/fashion/celebrity-style/g69031715/diane-keaton-best-outfits-style/ Arthur’s Whisky | Official Trailer | Starring Diane Keaton, Patricia Hodge and Lulu,https://youtu.be/DPmb9R9kKFc?si=uMJgg6zXD2MMCGUP

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As a Marine this should be a UN mission, not solely the U.S. https://globalnews.ca/news/11474738/ml-mideast-wars-gaza-6/

"Faced with a health-care crisis, Surrey has decided to take matters into its own hands with a plan to hire a health care administrator and open new medical clinics in city-owned buildings. Earlier this week, the city issued a request for proposals for a proponent to open and operate a network of community-based medical clinics. The city will pay administration costs, while doctors will continue to be paid through the provincial medical services plan." https://vancouversun.com/health/surrey-health-care-plan-two-clinics?utm_source=Sailthru&utm_medium=email&utm_campaign=VANSUN_Prov%20Covid%20Newsletter%202025-10-10&utm_term=SUNPROV_COVID19_Newsletter

A owner of our former favourite restaurant shared that her 14 year old server was constantly harassed by male customers. The owner refused to address the issue fearing losing the gropers' business. This woman knows how to deal with the issue! A woman, new to the class of sexual assault survivors commented that she was unable to use force on another human being. Before I could respond one of the other students said, "You will if you know you are going to be raped". https://www.instagram.com/reel/DPVlEHWEx9A/?igsh=eHB1eHY4NnB2a3gz

Regardless of your party affiliation, this article may be of interest regarding Mark Carney. https://macleans.ca/politics/mark-carney-prime-minister-of-canada/

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I was asked to assist in deploying the BELT to engage a fleeing suspect, much to the chagrin of some Members. Kamloops, British Columbia "Police identified the driver and attempted to stop the truck using a spike belt on Highway 5 in a controlled effort to bring the situation to a safe end. However, the vehicle continued to be driven dangerously despite the intervention. “For public safety reasons, a decision was made not to pursue the vehicle further,” said Sgt. Jason Pole, supervisor of the Crime Reduction Unit. The situation came to a head when the stolen truck collided with another vehicle near the intersection of Highway 5 and Halston Avenue, also striking a power pole before coming to a stop." https://www.radionl.com/2025/10/03/stolen-truck-crashes-in-kamloops-following-police-chase-woman-in-custody/ Video of fleeing truck crashing. https://cfjctoday.com/2025/10/03/watch-suspects-flee-after-reportedly-stolen-pickup-truck-crashes-on-highway-5-at-halston/

American 2024 Presidential Election. I was fascinated by the process whereby Biden stayed so long thereby making it almost impossible, and as it turns out, impossible, to have an effective campaign. Harris may supply some of the missing pieces. https://www.theglobeandmail.com/culture/books/article-kamala-harris-new-book-107-days/?utm_medium=email&utm_source=Books&utm_content=2025-9-27_8&utm_term=%20Read%20more.&utm_campaign=newsletter&cu_id=CSsNWLwlIi%2B2Z9VEVmrkGqYZRJFUSdfJRrZC2FTZEFPCPNVz3IPpxQ%3D%3D

Fascinating series with Obama's classic humour! https://www.netflix.com/us/title/81139969?s=i&trkid=254643526&vlang=en&trg=cp

They told me a truck driver didn’t belong on the stage, but I was the only one in that gym who’d kept America fed when the shelves went bare. My name’s Linda. I’m forty-six, a long-haul trucker, and a single mom. I don’t wear a suit. I don’t have a framed diploma on my wall. What I have is twenty years behind the wheel, miles of asphalt under my boots, and two kids who’ve never gone hungry because I refused to quit. When my daughter’s school asked me to speak at Career Day, I laughed. Who wants to hear from a truck driver? But she begged, so I showed up. The gym was filled with polished shoes, ties, and PowerPoints. Doctors talking about saving lives. Lawyers bragging about cases won. A tech guy in a crisp blazer throwing around words like “equity” and “IPO.” And then there was me—mud on my boots, reflective jacket, hair tied back with a rubber band I found in the truck stop bathroom that morning. I saw the smirks. One mom whispered, “Seriously? A trucker?” I heard it. But when it was my turn, I walked to the mic and told the truth. I said: “When COVID shut everything down, when the streets were empty and fear filled the air, I was still out there. Alone in a rig the size of a house, hauling food from state to state so your grocery store didn’t run out. I spent Christmas Eve parked behind a Walmart because if I didn’t, families wouldn’t have milk for their kids on Christmas morning.” The room went still. The tech guy shifted in his chair. I went on: “Last winter, a blizzard locked me in on I-80. I slept in my cab for two nights, just me and the hum of the fridge unit, guarding forty thousand pounds of frozen chicken. If I walked away, it all spoiled. But I didn’t. Because people needed to eat.” A hand shot up—some kid in the back. “Do you regret not going to college?” he asked, his voice almost challenging. I looked him dead in the eye. “Son, when your fridge is empty and your stomach’s growling, you can’t eat a diploma. You eat the food that someone hauled three thousand miles to get to you.” Gasps. Silence. Then something I’ll never forget happened. A boy—skinny, freckles, hoodie two sizes too big—stood up. His voice cracked as he said, “My dad’s a truck driver. People call him dumb. But he’s the only reason we have a house. He’s my hero.” That gym was quiet enough to hear the basketball rim creak. I saw teachers glance at each other. Parents suddenly looking down. Kids leaning forward, listening in a way they hadn’t when the lawyer showed his slides. And in that moment, I wasn’t embarrassed anymore. Because here’s the truth: This country runs on the backs of people nobody claps for. The truckers, the janitors, the linemen, the welders. We’re invisible until you need us—and then we’re the only ones who matter. So next time you meet a kid, don’t just ask, “Where are you going to college?” Ask them, “What’s your plan?” And if they say, “I’m learning to weld,” or, “I’m gonna drive trucks like my dad,” smile wide and tell them, “That’s incredible. This country needs you.” Because one day, when the shelves are bare, the power’s out, or the storm rolls in— you’ll be glad we showed up. Thanks to Bev W. And The Story Maximalist

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