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While I'm generally a let-bygones-be-bygones kind of guy, an always moving forward, never look back person, I do have mild twinges of PTSD.
Looking forward is the future

Looking forward is the future

Prior to widespread European exploration and well before the great land grab, it is estimated the size of the North American bison—buffalo—population may have been anywhere from 30 to 50 million animals.
How to get more people 
onto transit

How to get more people onto transit

What can be more soul-sapping —life-threatening conditions or income tax deadline time aside—than regularly sitting in gridlocked traffic? Vehicles crawling at a pace just slightly faster than a walk, taillights stretching for as far as y
The elephant in the room? Population growth

The elephant in the room? Population growth

In the pale predawn light, a time when most of us were trying to wring out the last moments of sleep, with the mountains to the south of me just beginning to take shape, blackened silhouettes against a sky fierce with wind and torn cloud, punctuated
Valentines in a leap year

Valentines in a leap year

In case you hadn't noticed , 2020 is a leap year. Oh yeah, baby, one extra day to celebrate in the shortest month of the year.
Stop the insanity...I want 
to get off

Stop the insanity...I want to get off

While it may not be fashionable in this populist era to admit it, I'm a capitalist.
Why skiing beats a beach vacay any day

Why skiing beats a beach vacay any day

Around this time of year I fall out of step with many—most, maybe—Canadians. "Around this time of year?" I hear you snigger. I'll ignore that. You see, I like February. I mean, what's not to like? It's short.
'We have met the enemy and he is us'

'We have met the enemy and he is us'

I'd just like to take this opportunity to admit I'm guilty. Don't feel too smug. You're guilty too. And you and you and you. All of us. Guilty, guilty, guilty.
A death that becomes us

A death that becomes us

"Death don't have no mercy in this land." -Rev. Gary Davis So you're a reasonably robust Whistleratic. You ski, bike, surf, run, do any number of things that make you feel vibrant, alive.
Tackling the tourist we don't want

Tackling the tourist we don't want

So much for the holidays . Back to work. The tasks we collectively face to move both the resident and tourist needle in a positive direction did not go away in the past few weeks' sea of eggnog and shortbread.