Pique'n Yer Interest

According to the calendar beside my desk, we're fast approaching a rare milestone for me. June 1 marks one year since I started at Pique . It's rare in the sense that it's never happened before.

I was probably a little bit too old — or unfit, at least — to be moshing.

Once a year — OK, maybe twice — I choose to address some aspect of the human condition.

I finally put my time where my opinion is and got more involved in my world. I joined a council-appointed committee at the District of Squamish, where I live. Our first-ever meeting was last week.

If you happened to tune into 20/20 on Friday night you saw something that would've seemed inconceivable on national television even just a handful of years ago.

I like sports. It feels good to have a rooting interest in something, and something to look forward to at the end of the workday.

I'll admit, the Winnipeg Jets weren't at the forefront of my hockey attention during their first stint in Manitoba's capital. My surname was on the back of an NHL jersey.

From the desk of Wes Johnston, M.P.

A friend of mine, a Sea to Sky artist, got her Canadian citizenship just last week. The swearing-in ceremony was in Vancouver, bright and early, before 9 a.m.

Only a handful of episodes into its astonishing run last fall, it was readily apparent that true crime podcast Serial had become something of a cultural phenomenon.