Pique'n Yer Interest

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.

Whistler is awesome! proclaims an eponymous website and it surely is. Awesomeness, in fact, is the reason I moved here and the reason I'll be here far into the foreseeable future.

We were driving down the Sea to Sky Highway (do I ever do anything else?) on Labour Day, my son and I, with the aim of hitting Park Royal Mall in West Van by 1:30 p.m. Originally, it was meant to be 10 a.m.

I have a Facebook friend named Chelsea Rae Jones. She was married on Sunday, so I'm obliged to extend a big congratulations to her.

Those of you who had the misfortune of reading my book, Snakebit: Confessions of a Herpetologist may recall that I poked great fun at the nerdy predilections of this motley sect, but that I also held them in great esteem.

My father lost his hoodie on Blackcomb Mountain. We were descending a little over a week ago after a day of hiking and gondola hopping for his 70th birthday.