I was on my way out to conduct a funeral, when the conversation around the church office stopped me.

Several folks were taking a tea break from some work in the sanctuary. They wanted to know who had passed on. When I told them, one of them said "I went to school with..." and another "I know one of the kids."

It led to a few stories which I later shared with the family.

But the conversation quickly turned to something else. They asked my thoughts on the hew hospice.

Watching much hockey lately?

The labour dispute in the NHL between the players and owners has changed a lot of our society. Saturday nights are no longer Hockey Night in Canada.

I grew up when they were.

We bought our first TV in the late 1950's when my father wanted to watch the hockey game. The antenna was a strip of aluminum foil, folded over a string run across the attic, with wires paper-clipped to it. The wire ran down the outside of the house and into the den where the TV was.

I read the Twitter from a friend about 12 hours too late. It announced that there would be an Idle No More protest gathering at the four corners at Springmount. Everyone was welcome. The gathering would last about an hour or so.

If you haven’t been watching, Idle No More is the latest cycle of First Nations protests over their relationship with the Government of Canada.