I was passing through Bathurst early Saturday morning, on a typical northern New Brunswick winter day. It’s very sad indeed, but I keep wondering about our culture that has us traveling about in the dead of winter in uncertain road conditions.

No one ever wants to cancel a meet, so we just push on. I lost my father in a car accident and I’ve left the road several times due to poor road conditions. I don’t know, but maybe we should learn something from this.