The hug to slug ratio this week is 2:4.

The hug to slug ratio this week is 2:4.

More Nelson hugs & slugs

HUGS. To Hume School children, staff and parents for a wonderful send off. YOU ARE THE BEST! – From a newly retired teacher.

HUGS. To Hume School children, staff and parents for a wonderful send off. YOU ARE THE BEST! – From a newly retired teacher.

SLUGS. To city council for their lack of creativity in addressing the perceived pigeon problem. Trying to control pigeon population by starving them is outright inhumane. Here are the facts:  Around the world pigeons mostly depend on people for their survival. They are still praised in Europe for keeping the rats in check, by cleaning up the streets. Many people enjoy feeding pigeons (family with children, older folks, tourists). By allowing the by-law to permit feeding at Lakeside Park, city council would achieve their goal, (keeping them away from Baker Street), and at the same time prevent them from starving and suffering, especially during the cold winter months. Pigeons, intelligent as they are, would pretty soon know where to go for their meal.

HUGS. Huge hugs go to the Harrop and Balfour first responders and to the Nelson Ambulance crew who not once, but twice, within the space of two weeks, were summoned to my home to help a visitor.  Thank you so much for your expert help and comfort. It is wonderfully reassuring to know what great people you are and that if I ever need you personally, you’ll be there for me too.

HUGS. To the community of Johnsons Landing, the Webber and Frehse families. May you have peace and comfort in this time of sadness.

SLUGS. Giant slimy slugs to the grown adults who use public alleyways as a toilet. Middle of the day, out there for all to see. Our windows face the alley and the last thing I want to see while trying to eat my lunch is you squatting/standing and doing your business. – Thoroughly Disgusted

SLUGS. To the person that came to look at our “Free Pile” and decided to take the table that my wife had placed the free stuff on.  It had a sign on the table that you took off and threw on the ground that the table was not for the taking. Maybe you made a mistake and didn’t read the sign, and maybe you could return our folding gray camping table to the big blue-purple house on Mill street, the one with the camper set up in the driveway. That would be great. That would turn this slug into a hug for sure.