Pique'n Yer Interest

Winter is coming.

Here's the thing: I would find it impossible to explain to a pizza-delivery person that the house they sought was on Ashleigh McIvor Drive between Lauren Woolstencroft Way and Jon Montgomery Stroll without bursting into laughter.

Public speaking is just not my thing. I get panicky, my palms start to sweat, my heart feels as though it's beating out of my chest and my blush starts somewhere below my neck and quickly creeps up my face to the roots of my hair. It's not pretty.

I like to talk about what journalism is and what it isn't with "civilians." There are many different threads to that particular conversation.

Shortly before I moved to Whistler a month ago I acquired my first iPhone.

So," a random person will ask my wife and I, "when are you having another one?" One being a child. Apparently you need at least two to be happy. It's a question that makes us uncomfortable, although we seem to get it all the time.

I was born in the '70s. Well, not really, but that's what it often feels like. Entering the decade as a young teen made the era a coming of age on all fronts.

Local MPs John Weston and Mark Strahl voted on Sept. 26 in favour of Motion 312, which seeks a parliamentary examination of when human life begins. Many, myself included, see this as a covert attack on Canada's abortion laws.

Deep down, I'm just a simple man. I favour ice-cold pale ale on a hot summer day. I like a thin slice of cheddar on my sandwich — roast turkey with just a little mustard. Volvos are my ideal car.

Watching the American presidential race is always an exercise in frustration for me.