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There is an e-mail story about a little boy who goes for a walk with root beer and Twinkies. He stops at a park and sits on a bench alongside an older man who is feeding pigeons. The boy starts to eat a Twinkie and offers the old man one.

at in the New York hospitaltears streaming down her cheeks. She had just lost her only child and she was gazing blindly into space while the head nurse talked to her, simply because it was the duty of the head nurse to talk in such circumstances.

I saw them first; explosions of purple and yellow and white.

In our country, people who are over a certain age, regardless of who and what they are, they can drink, smoke, and gamble. It is legal. A group of people are trying to legalize marijuana.

Canada is no longer a Christian country. The Christian population is not a majority any more in Canada. There are more Muslim people in Toronto than the entire membership of the Presbyterian Church in Canada.

As the storm raged, the captain realized his ship was sinking fast. He called out, "Anyone here know how to pray?" One man stepped forward. "Aye, Captain, I know how to pray.

If there is one thing I love about my personal and business friends it is the diversity of culture, personality and language that they bring to my life. In particular, I love their accents.

Before I incur your disgust at supposed West Coast bragging, let me say that not all the green in our yard is good.

A construction worker who came from Newfoundland said, "a Weather guy lies five times a week and gets paid, but I am working so hard for minimum wage." Of course that is only a Newfie joke.

In all the world there is no better feeling than coming home. There is no stronger word to capture the emotions: home for Christmas, home for the holidays, home-word bound.