Pique'n Yer Interest

Here's a hypothetical: there's a big traffic accident involving cars and bikes and there's only room in the air ambulance for one patient - and there are two with head injuries that are in critical condition.

May to October, it's an odd day in Whistler that I don't see a black bear. Sometimes I have to go out of my way not to.

A casino! In Whistler? What a novel idea. There has been absolutely no talk about it from town planners, at least not that the public has heard, and any time the topic comes up in conversation people are vehemently opposed to the idea.

Stop me if you've heard this before: after ten fabulous days of overdrive partying, presenting, presiding and participating, I lie beaten, bloodied and broken in the gutter of spring ... with a smile on my face.

There comes a time in many a man's life when he must come to terms with his belly. It comes sooner for some, but save the Herculeses among us, many of us will be spilling over the belt loops eventually.

The left is weak. It doesn't matter how many orange banners fly at an NDP rally. It doesn't matter how many red flags are raised to support Michael Ignatieff.

The world is a complicated place, but it doesn't have to be. All you have to do is agree to a core set of human values and go from there.

The Earth is evolving. Physically, magnetically, geologically, chemically, biologically. The only certainty in each is change over time.

One of the greatest facets of living in the Sea to Sky corridor has been getting to know its First Nations. The Squamish and the Lil'wat have been caretakers of the land since time immemorial, long before we started using it as our playground.

I was sucking on a quarter. It caught a ride with my saliva and sailed down my throat. I was nine, or something.