Life

I've been to Fifth Street Bar and Grill many times and enjoyed their burgers, fries, ribs, roast chicken (a bit dry sometimes) and pizzas (weird and wonderful).

So, I snap and collect the occasional photograph of food signs. What of it. First of a series. Aboard the Coho ferry , running between Victoria's Inner Harbour and Port Angeles, Washington. I will be silent about the food quality for now.

Life inside the club's memorial doors is a kaleidoscope of activity. One day, for instance, after Mrs. Qwackenbush, our pastry chef, provided one of her superb apple crumbles, we gathered in the senior reading room for a little to-ing and fro-ing.

This week in 1895, a reporter with the Daily Colonist accompanied health officials on a visit to D'Arcy Island to expose the hidden world of Canada's first West Coast leper colony.

Inspection reports for restaurants all over the Island are posted at the Vancouver Island Health Authority website. You can search by name, or browse by community.

The mission: Two cheapskates forage for fine food wherever their noses and grumbling bellies take them. The conversation that got things rolling: Phil: Have we ever had lunch together? Dave: No. And let's keep it that way.

When incineration proved expensive and unpopular, the city looked to the water to take care of its waste

Victoria book clerk's stories are dark, concise and reminiscent of Alice Munro

Campaign 2009 -- "Keep B.C. Strong" versus "Take Back Your B.C." -- goes down in the books as an odd one. One candidate quit because there's a picture of him holding a (clothed) woman's breast.

Every year brings fresh opportunities for embarrassment amongst the seniors of Victoria, and this one is sadly no exception. I wish the powers that be would leave us alone to trundle off this pier of life in our own fashion.