Pique'n Yer Interest

A few years ago, Whistler used to boast about its bus system - highest ridership in the province, highest cost-recovery, high customer satisfaction and reasonable fares (it was $1.50 until 2008, now it's $2.50).

It's at least partly my fault for being an ignorant Ontarian who'd never heard of the entity known as a "strata.

There are times when we writers wonder if our words have any impact at all but when I wrote a column last month advocating a casino in Whistler, the responses I received indicated that some people were not only listening, but that they were right on

People like to talk about the Internet and its ability to connect us. That evaluation holds plenty of water. Through the evolution of social media we find ourselves more socially connected than ever before.

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.