George Maratos

BY GEORGE MARATOS Joseph Graham was volunteering on an archaeological dig near Beaver Creek in 2003 when he first heard the story, Timber Rabbits –

OK, be warned … in this article I will be talking about drinking. Please don’t judge me and, if offended, simply turn the page. It’s

BY GEORGE MARATOS “Whenever I saw an exploded piece of tire on the road, it reminded me of the 10 to 20 million polio survivors

Toque: [tohk] of Celtic origin; A kind of cap worn in the 16th century, and copied in modern fashions; — called also toquet. Believe it

Did you ever hear the one about the guy from Toronto who would complain about the tedious 15-minute commute to work he would have to

When I first came to the Yukon in the summer of 2002, I lived for free for six weeks. It was a refreshing and liberating

I’ll admit it. When I was preparing to move to the Yukon I was very naïve about what exactly Whitehorse was all about. I knew

June 14, 2002. That is the day I first arrived in Whitehorse. To be exact, it was the evening, 20 minutes before midnight, just me

BY GEORGE MARATOS It is being described as Jack London meets Stephen King, an original northern mystery of man, murder, mutilation and mayhem. It begins

BY GEORGE MARATOS On Dec. 1, art lovers are being encouraged to come to the Yukon Artists @ Work studio, 15 minutes south of Whitehorse,

BY GEORGE MARATOS Eric Bass takes a long pause when asked how he first got his start in theatre. “High school theatre,” he eventually says,

BY GEORGE MARATOS As a high school student in Victoria, BC, Moira Sauer dreamt of rowing for Canada’s Olympic team. So, each day she would

You know that feeling you get when you go through your old yearbook or look back at school photos from the high school glory days?

“Watch out, them Toronto people are cold.” Time and time again, that is what people would tell me when I informed them I was heading

Being a comic from the Yukon, currently living in the “Big Smoke” in a bunk bed (the sacrifices of fame), I’ve been getting an amazing

BY GEORGE MARATOS Prepare for madness and mystery from some of the Yukon’s youngest and finest performers. So says the news release regarding True Stories,

Can you feel it in the air? They are coming. Not the dust, the puddles and the late-spring flurries – no – they have already

I consider myself to be pretty athletic. I try to stay active, whether it be playing soccer or softball or the odd game of squash,

I want to begin by saying that I don’t think Whitehorsians are hobbits. I feel obliged to clarify that. I will tell you, though, that

I’ve seen lots of strange things in my seven years of living up here in the Yukon, but one of my fondest is still the

The Whitehorse shopping experience is one of a kind. So much so that it really is hard to know where to even begin the dissection.

BY GEORGE MARATOS Jean-Francois Latour has seen his fair share of strange things while participating in the Yukon River Quest. From an oversized can of

BY GEORGE MARATOS George Arcand stands just beyond the pitcher’s diamond on the Takhini’s No. 5 ball field, on a sunny Monday afternoon, late last

The Yukon music festival first funded by Mel Orecklin’s credit card in 1979 is set to celebrate its 35th annual event later this month and

BY GEORGE MARATOS “You don’t need to be wearing spandex and tons of armor to come out.” Those are the sentiments of Marsha Cameron when

BY GEORGE MARATOS In August of 1896, three sourdoughs – George Carmack, Dawson Charlie and Skookum Jim – discovered gold in what is now called

Yukoners, be warned before you sell that truck and go hybrid: keep in mind that Whitehorse is a truck town. I learned that my first

I still remember it clearly. February 2003 and there I found myself at the airport restaurant, picking away at my hash browns as I prepared

BY GEORGE MARATOS Glancing at the more than century-old black-and-white photos that adorn the walls of the Arts Underground Gallery, in downtown Whitehorse, the subjects

We have all heard the stories from our parents and grandparents – the glory days of yesteryear, the good ol’ days, the “remember when” times.

When I was a kid, one of my dream holidays was a trip to Disneyland, specifically to ride the Matterhorn, buy an oversized lollipop and

I am back in Toronto and a recurring thought during my near two weeks here is how good we got it in Whitehorse when it

As I was driving throughout Whitehorse’s downtown core recently I began to realize that things in this fine northern city are starting to change dramatically.

If the recent ski swap at the Mount McIntyre Centre is any indication the 2010/11 Whitehorse cross country ski season should be one of the

When I first moved to the Yukon, like many, I thought it would be temporary — a fling if you will — not a steady

“It’s a boxing match for people who can’t fight but like to joke!” That is how comedian Steve Patterson describes The Debaters, the hugely successful

Something terrible is happening to me. I’m not sure why, but it is, and it’s scaring me. I think it must have to do with

Two of the world’s best women’s fast pitch teams are in Whitehorse this week to play what promises to be two highly competitive exhibition games.

Yukon musician Gordie Tentrees has come a long way from his first music gig. It was 2002, and the venue was Steve’s Music Store in

First off, let me express sincere apologies to any cats reading this article. In no way am I meaning to disrespect to you. Walk away

Yukoners, it seems, sure do like to blame a lot on the cold, wintery weather. Don’t get me wrong. In many cases it is fair

The following is a recap of a recent excursion to Boston. While no suntans were had, it is a trip that ranks as one of

Is the SS Klondike gone?” It’s when I find myself asking such questions that I know we are definitely earning every cent of our northern

With a flourishing co-ed league in place, an over-35 men’s league growing by the season and a competitive men’s league established, adding another adult soccer

Boredom can be a terrible thing. No one likes being bored. Who wakes up and says, “Today I hope I have nothing to do. Today

A few weeks ago, in a small cabin south of Whitehorse, just after 10 pm, I hugged a grown man in an emotionally charged way