This isn’t relevant news in our part of the world, but I found it interesting that he tweeted right up until the end of his life. Among his last tweets was this one: “Nothing pleases me more than knowing that I have lived the best life possible by having met & marrying Estelle (Stella) Lebost, who partnered with me in bringing Rob, Annie & Lucas Reiner into this needy & evolving world.”

A couple of other tweets were parting shots, literally as it turned out, at Donald Trump.

It is a bit morbid, but I have looked at the last tweets of people a couple of times. In one case, a person I was chatting with died a few days later. He was a talented youngish journalist who was sharing stories about an old Escort vehicle he once had, and that he was looking for one.

I told him one of my sons had a 1998, and might be willing to part with it. I tweeted photos of the car to him, and said I would get back to him after talking with my son. Before then, he was gone. It’s sad and unfair how the world can work.

I looked back, and my last tweet with a personal connection was on Nov. 12, 2016: “Congratulations Hanley Sabres, Sask 2a six-man football champs … defeated the hometown Wynyard Bears 69-61 in a defensive struggle.” One of my sons, Brandon, is an assistant coach with the Sabres.

I don’t tweet much anymore, because I found myself being rude at times. In one case, a guy called me out for taking swipes at then-Riders quarterback Darian Durant.

It wasn’t that I disliked Durant as a quarterback, but I knew some of his media boosters were following me. I remember doing a rough count of the number of times Durant’s name came up in stories and was taken aback. It was ridiculous actually.

Anyway, the person who tweeted me was an assistant coach of a high school football team. I always thought the team ran up the score on teams of much lesser talent and accused him of that. He challenged my opinion and said I had taken a cheap shot at him and the football program. He was right. I have discovered over the years that accusing a coach of running up the score is akin to saying something derogatory about his mother.

In a column, like the one near the back of this paper, I once accused a high school basketball coach of running up the score. This was in days before Twitter. He phoned and was really angry, although he was even angrier than that. In hindsight, I don’t blame him.

It’s a topic I won’t touch on again.

*****

Sandy and I have had about 20 landscaping rocks sitting by our home for years, if not decades. One day last week, Sandy decided to put them on Kijiji. We were willing to part with them at no cost. Barely after she posted the ad, she was getting emails. The total in just a few hours was 10, and the ad had more than 125 views.

The first person who emailed seemed to lose interest in having them. The second guy made us chuckle.

All his email said was, “Where are they?”

Sandy considered replying with, “They’re beside my house.” I encouraged her to do it, but she is not a smart you-know-what like me.

Anyway, the third emailer, a woman who was building a koi pond, was the lucky recipient. We are hoping she will send us a photo when the pond is completed.

*****

“Oh, yeah.”

Those were the words a Burger King employee at the drive-thru window used when asked if sales of KD Bites have been good. My sense is he meant far beyond good.

I took one for the team and tried them. I felt a bit silly going through the drive-thru and ordering just the bites, so I threw in a medium Coke. I didn’t feel like a burger at the time. Besides, I’d be cheating on McDonald’s.

KD Bites are, like the name suggests, Kraft Dinner noodles with a crispy coating. There are six in a bag and they cost $2.79.

I ate three of them while I was distractively driving home. They were OK, but not something I would buy again. I know you won’t take my one-sentence review as gospel.

If I am going to have a luxurious side order with a burger and fries, I am sticking with A&W onion rings.

-Cam Hutchinson