Pique'n Yer Interest

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.

I was an angry teenager. I skipped class, drank too much and sometimes I even broke things for fun. I hated authority and the cops, because I was just such a friggin badass, man.

I'm not going to make too much out of a selfie. I hope.

It was raining in Los Angeles. Banshee droplets in mid-day darkness.

As we make our way through the world other people change our lives. I was reminded how much a week ago after the death of a woman who became a dear friend.