Pique'n Yer Interest

In November, Mayor Jack Crompton called Whistler "middle-aged." Although the resort's top elected official was mostly referring to the need to update Whistler's aging infrastructure, I'm reluctant to agree with his assessment.

Earlier this month, Pique ran a letter from a frustrated "part-time" Whistler resident who had a negative experience in the Marketplace IGA parking lot.

"It'll be so easy to make friends—it's such a transient town; everyone's in the same boat." That's the phrase I kept hearing over and over when I decided to move to Whistler.

As I write this ahead of press time, the long-term forecast doesn't look great. That's not to say it won't change, but even if it does we're still well behind the curve for snowfall this season, for the second season in a row.

When it's come to cheering on the Winnipeg Blue Bombers, or the Blue and Gold as it were, there's been far more blue than gold for the past three decades.

I slept a solid nine hours last night. While, unlike many people, I'm a pretty decent sleeper on any given night, it was a different, deeper, more blissful sleep than usual.

Earlier this month, the province's Community Safety Unit (CSU) raided two Squamish cannabis dispensaries. Two weeks later, and the reasoning behind this enforcement action remains hazy.

If there was one issue that seemed to unify most voters in the lead up to last year's municipal elections, it was a desire to see more transparency and fiscal responsibility from local government.

I was scrolling through Instagram's Explore page when I noticed a post that read, "To those who don't believe that fat phobia is real, here's a thought experiment for you.

There's a ghost in my house and he is me. There's also a vampire, werewolf, zombie and Frankenstein's monster—and all of them are also me.