Jul 15


There’s a mother of a toddler who stops when grocery shopping to pick up milk bearing Canada’s certified organic symbol. Nothing too good for her family, even at a penny short of four dollars. Twice the price of regular milk.

I’ve been waiting for somebody to burst the bubble on things organic. Milk in this case. Every time I’m at the supermarket I pass and cringe at the special section reserved for those who would buy nothing but organic foods. Milk included.

You tell me everything you find there, either fresh or frozen, is organically grown? Organic Bananas. Really? You bet.

Along comes Michele Henry, one of the Toronto Star’s investigative reporters putting things into perspective. There, on the newspaper’s Saturday weekend. July 7th. Front page. All you want to know about organic milk, or maybe you don’t want to know. It’s damming.

She’s done one hell of a job.

After interviewing dietitians, scientists, professors, tracking milk from cow to carton, it seems organic farmers do things differently. The end result, however, is that organic milk is no different or better for you than the product produced the conventional way. It’s not reflected, she writes, “in the end product.”

Holy cow!

Author’s comment: To read the entire article, check the internet. Meanwhile, I’m off to catch the final 10 minutes of the World Cup finale, wearing my French jersey. Though I hope the Croatia team shows the spirit they’ve maintained during the entire series, even if they lose.

Posted on July 15th, 2018 by Clarke
Jul 8


This column/blog will not please everyone. Unless you’ve been a diehard fan of the classic world soccer that’s kept some of us glued to the TV. I discovered it four years ago and couldn’t wait for its return this year. Sadly, Italy didn’t make it among the 32 teams who qualified.

I was talking to Clem Sala, an Italian friend who put it succinctly – he called it “the beautiful game” – referring mainly to the competition that’s going on for almost another week.

Sure it’s rough-and-tumble where players aren’t shy giving an opponent an elbow in the ribs or a kick in the shins, if they can get away with it.

But watch when a player knocks down an opposing player. More than likely he’ll reach down and help the guy up. It’s often followed by a fleeting pat on the shoulder as they get back into the game.

The precision in moving the soccer ball, so quick the movement is blurred as the ball is kicked as easily as with one foot or the other. It’s a chess game in continual motion as a team makes its way up the field. It’s truly  mesmerizing. No TV commercials to spoil the fun? How mature. Here, we kill every sporting event with such tireless interruptions.

What excitement even before the World soccer started. Sweden knocked off Italy from qualifying for its first time since 1958. In this tournament, Argentina, Brazil and Germany disappeared before the semi-finals, for gosh sake. Powerhouse Portugal gone. So too the host country, Russia, beaten by little Croatia by winning 4-2 on penalty shots.

I admit in all this, I haven’t a clue how play is stopped when a player is off-side.  Where is off-side? I get the importance of a corner kick. When a game with two15-minute extra minutes and nothing is decided, we go to penalty shots. A player VS the goaltender. Something like that.

Author’s comment: The best is yet to come. The semifinals. This Tuesday: England VS Croatia. And Wednesday: France VS Belgium. Drum roll please.  Saturday 9 AM. The winners of these two matches will face each other for the 2018 World Cup. Don’t you miss it.

Posted on July 8th, 2018 by Clarke