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Like many others, my family and I participated in the Yellowknife march to commemorate the 215 children found buried in unmarked graves at the Kamloops Indian Residential School. It must have been one of the largest public marches in the history of the NWT, easily approaching 1,000 people.

The very thought that Hay River may not have school buses as of the fall is, well, unthinkable.

Every once in a while it鈥檚 good to step back and think of the great things that exist in Hay River.

Where are the children buried?

If you鈥檙e snorting a white powder of any sort, it鈥檚 obvious you have some substance abuse issues and need to get some help.

Young Harry Potter is living a normal life with his aunt, uncle and cousin, but the day when a bearded giant kicks down his door and tells him he鈥檚 a wizard, this young boy鈥檚 life changes forever.

I write this piece from the perspective of a settler, a xahto or guest, in the traditional territory of the Ka虂t艂鈥檕deeche First Nation. I also write it as a negotiator for the Ka虂t艂鈥檕deeche First Nation (KFN) on Aboriginal and Treaty rights issues, although the opinions in this piece are my own and do not necessarily reflect KFN perspectives or positions.

One day the song Mellow Yellow just jumped into my brain. It is one of those songs that once you鈥檝e heard it several times, you can play it in your head. The trouble is it just keeps playing. Nice song but it can also get a little annoying and be hard to get rid of. This is probably why it was such a success, way back when. It was written and sung by a fellow named Donavan in 1967. So, it is an oldie.

Friends, In honour of the 215 valiant children, whose remains found at a Kamloops, BC residential school, here are my thoughts.

I don鈥檛 ever want to live in a big house with too many doors, too many windows and too many empty silent rooms. If I am ever able to afford to live in a big home like the pink mansion on the hill just before N鈥檇ilo, I want to fill it with happiness. With the laughter of my children, my grandchildren and my great grandchildren. I want to fill it with love.