Pique'n Yer Interest

So, I'm thinking about two not entirely unrelated things. The first is my neighbourhood of Creekside and the winter nightmare that London Lane has become.

We have two mayoral candidates and 10 wanna-be councillors running in the 2014 Whistler municipal election. Voting day is on Saturday, Nov. 15.

While researching my column this week I came to a troubling realization that still makes me shudder every time I think about it: I have been on Facebook for 10 years now, over a third of my natural life.

I almost used this space to write about parliamentary secretary Paul Calandra's buffoonery in the House of Commons last week, and the sad state of democracy in Canada.

I've never been very good at long, drawn-out, tearful goodbyes, so I'll make this pretty easy on everyone. I'm already gone.

In the 1980s and '90s, a lucrative and well-organized drug-smuggling network spanning Mexico, the U.S. and Canada had northern beachheads in a handful of small farming towns in southwestern Ontario and southern Manitoba.

Canada is a big country. Big enough that you can never really know everything happening in its multitudinous corners.

I was taking the dog for a walk near my home in Squamish last Friday when I saw a street fight narrowly avoided.

I totally had Jon Montgomery right in front of me two weeks ago and forgot to ask the most important of questions. "When can we expect the first season of The Amazing Naked Race Canada to air?" OK, that's probably not going to happen.

As you're reading this, 1,000 of the world's most tech-savvy minds are attending weird seminars in Whistler in a language you probably don't speak.