Pique'n Yer Interest

It can be difficult to fill this space. That's not to say there aren't a multitude of topics about which to write, as we face issues here in the resort and as a province, country and planet.

On Saturday, Sept. 3, a group of Native Americans was peacefully protesting the $3.

When I took a buyout from my editing position at The Guardian in 2003 in order to move back to Canada, part of the HR severance package included funding for professional upgrading or retraining.

For a town that spends as much time as Whistler does touting its exceptional guest experience, it certainly feels like we've been dropping the ball on that front lately.

It never ceases to amaze the number of restaurants, bars, delis and takeout operations that are routinely cited for food-safety infractions.

You know those little things that bug you even though you can't quite put a finger on why? That's happened to me a couple times recently.

I'm not the only one to notice or comment on this, but being afforded the luxury of column real estate over the confines of "Letters to the Editor," I've been saving it up.

Further to a Pique'n column a few weeks back on Whistler men, we today present a few Whistler women. As you most certainly are aware, men are flawed but women are mostly flawless. To the lads who balk at this: Just think of your mother.

Whistlerites, by and large, make a lot of sacrifices to live in one of the most beautiful places on the planet: a dearth of career opportunities, skyrocketing living costs and a housing market that keeps pushing residents to the margins.

Once upon a time, I went to the Fleadh Festival in Central London, partly because it was headlined that year by Neil Young and Pearl Jam performing together and partly because it was crazy London-Irish fun. Yes, it was spectacular.