In Passing: On Pin-ups and Pop Kings …
I was in my hotel room in The Pas, Manitoba, when I heard the news. Michael Jackson had passed away. Rather than conveying any sign […]
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I was in my hotel room in The Pas, Manitoba, when I heard the news. Michael Jackson had passed away. Rather than conveying any sign […]
In Passing: On Pin-ups and Pop Kings … Read More »
Well I got home from Dawsin to find a cupple of nice surprises. First was that Merna planted a bunch of flours around my house
A month or so ago, the San Francisco Weekly published an article called The 10 Coolest Specialty Food and Drink Magazines. In that list are
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Crystal Light has become my new best friend. You see, you can take your mundane water right from the tap and, one powdery package later,
Well on my way to becoming a big ‘loser’ … Read More »
You ast why the feller I met on the Stewart and Cassyar calls that skirt of his a Futility kilt. Seems it goes back to
Next time I get a noshun to drive my own self from White Horse to Vicktoria, I want you to give my head a shake,
Times New Roman, that’s how I roll. In the world of font, I know I’m backing one tired, old horse. But there’s something undeniably comforting
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Everybody knows beer causes beer bellies, right? Why else would they call it a beer belly? Not so fast: a recent study, by German and
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I done it, Darrol. I found Unkle Walt! Well, to tell it true, he found me. I was down to Genral Delivry, like I been
I’m startin’ to think its true what they say about rich folks not bein’ like you and me. Not like me anyways, since I ain’t
Life has sure been some hecktick this past week. I sware, some days I been stirrin’ my stumps when it ain’t even noon yet. Not
I miss my trailer year. When my wife and I wanted to get a place to call our own, in Whitehorse, a quick perusal of
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As I shove my hands into the remnants of last night’s revelry, dripping what can only be described as garbage juice, I mouth what may
Eww! Ugh! and Blecch! Read More »
Dont know that I ever told you Darrol, but theres part of The Widdows island that still belongs to the govamint of Brutish Columbya. Its
So much fer the peace and qwiet of livin’ on a private island. Come Monday in the ayem, The Widdow was still in recovry mode
By jingo Darrol, like the song goes, “was’nt that a party!” I told you last week The Widdow was havin’ a few folks drop by
The hue and cry was heard across the world. It was the proposal that reached into the foundations of many a childhood and gave it
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One of the things I like about local man-about-town Ben Mahony is that I have managed to construct a solid friendship with him despite scant
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Well we finely got some peace and qwiet back on the island. The big toys that was rippin’ up evrythink in site fer the past
I was tellin’ you last time how a bunch of Constabbulary lads dropped in, with nary so much as a fone call first to see
Even at yer age Darrol, I reckon you heard the old sayin’ about be carefull what you wish, unlest you wanta live in interrestin’ times?
I know I get attached to my clothes. Sometimes it can be quite literal, as like most dudes, I would wear my favourite clothing until
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Bonjour! Si t’était pas au courant, je suis le régissuer pour la production de Bonneau et la Bellehumeur pour La Troupe Du Jour, une compagnie
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I useta think there was’nt much I never seen at least the once, but boys-a-boys did I come in fer some surprize this week. It
Theres somethink been eatin’ my brain pan fer the past cuppla weeks I gotta tell you about, Darrol. Its that dang Maisy, the one that
Let me tell you one thing, when it comes to gettin’ marryed up, they do things in Loss Vegas like no place else. If yer
Run-on sentence alert! You know those times where you’re walking down the street and you’ve got your eyes looking down and you realize that you’re
You may discover an ‘unknown friend’ out there … Read More »
By the time the carry’er pidgins make it up to the Youcon with this, Unkle Walts and Evas nupshuls will allready have came and went.
We heard a story a while back about an artist who had a sculpture exhibit going on at a gallery. Near the entry door to
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Oh golly, I got a sad tail to tell you, Darrol. It started a cuppla nites back, when Maisy got into the cups again. Well
Got yer note, and by golly I thank you kindly fer that. Untill you ast, it did’nt don on me that you was still such
Barring the whole atheism thing, I swear on a giant stack of Bibles that the next paragraph is completely true. Scanning the BBC News website
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I must have grew some sea legs whilst we was in Loss Vayguss. The hole way home to Brutish Columbya, I did’nt upchuck in the
Friday at 4:30 p.m. It is a time that belongs to the working man and the working woman. It is a time when the boss
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Three nights on a Loss Vayguss park bench left me some glad to see Eva and Unkle Walt back from Hawayii, brown as a pare
During World War II, the brewing-trade industry known as the United Brewers Industrial Foundation worked with the U.S. government to create a series of ads
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Darroll my son, did I ever tell you of the time we dang near done in Santa Claws? It was back in 19 and 45,
Among the reasons I know I’ve turned into my mother: the cookies. Yes, I am the middle-aged mother who bakes only sugarless, oatmeal-raisin cookies. This
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For a skeptic, I sure do scare easy. While I stand by the tenet that “extraordinary claims require extraordinary proof”, it really doesn’t take all
Who Are You Calling a Scaredy-Cat? Read More »
If I recall it rite, it was that young lad Forest Gumpp that said “Life is like a crate of onions. You don’t know what
There’s been a bit of drama going on in the comedy world I now live in. A certain headlining comic was caught red-handed (mouthed?) stealing
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It’s a double payoff of course. Those crafting the Haunted House get the satisfaction of having freaked out a bunch of people
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Ihope that little Easter rabbit done you and yers proud this year, Darrol. As fer me I got no complantes on that score, but I
Its a grand time of year all together, whats with the sun driftin’ back and folks puttin’ the Seasonal Disorder Afflickshun back in the closet
‘you mind that old sayin’ about how evry body I know is nuts ‘scept you and me, and I aint so sure about you? Thats
D’you mind that old sayin’ about how evry body I know is nuts ‘scept you and me, and I aint so sure about you? Thats
D’you ever have times when it feels like yer ice fishin’ in a gold fish bowl? If you dont step lite, somethinks gonna get busted
Seein’ how yer a big shot newspaper guy, I was kinda hopin’ you cud fill me in on Whats Up with the Youcon? The way
So hows yer Janwary goin’, now its almost gone? Dont know about you, but evry New Years I get to ponderin’ on what happens to
Sunday, January 10, I was sitting in front of our propane fireplace, watching Meet The Press, while my fiancée was surfing the Net on her
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Well Darrol, I reckon you allready drug out yer short pants and yer Greatfull Dead tee-shirts now you finely got dubble digits wetherwise. The innerweb
I’ve discovered that if you want to meet some terrific people, just advertise your house for sale. Immediately, people start phoning you to ask to
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How does that old sayin’ go about it bein’ a bad wind that dont blow some good for some body some wheres? I aint talkin’
Recently, I came across something particularly interesting while engaged in my usual morning “Face-stalking”. For those not familiar with the term, it refers to one
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Been spendin’ a lot of time in the out of doors of late. Its the ownly way a feller can get away from Eva and
Man, could I ever have used a Rendezvous this year. The past month was a particularly dark sinkhole of a time for yours truly, and
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I sure hope you can read this, Darrol. My writin’ hand is a mite bit shakey and my head feels like I been kicked by
Fer what its worth, life kinda got back to normal here abouts once Eva got home from her big Olympickal advenchur. She spent the first
I’ve been hiding from most people these days. Not from the usual retreat into my hermitage as I’m generally wont to do – oh no.
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When folks talk about the wilds of Brutish Columbya, I always figgered they meant somewheres out in the bush. Turns out they mean Robinson Street
Recently, in my other life as a volunteer, I have been exposed to the inner workings of boards of directors and societies and such things.
The four of us was at the table chewin’ on the fat the other day the way folks do after a good feed and a
The dangdest part of gettin’ on in years is theres less and less folks that can recall the same stuff you do from when you
You know how they say if you dont like it hot then stay outta the kitchen. Thats what I been doin’ the past few days.
D’you ever get the feelin’ yer trapped in some kinda time warp Darroll? Let me be the first to admit I aint an eckspert on
Folks has called me all sorts of things bytimes, espeshually now that I’m gettin’ on a bit and maybe a tad more set in my
I reckon you dont hang out that much with old timers Darroll, leastwise not yet. But yer clock is tickin’ like the rest of us.
Darroll, Darroll, Darroll. What in the name of Sam Heck have you went and done now? You cudda tipped me over with a fether when
I reckon I need a hard hat, Darrol. Last week Eva goes and puts up a bunch of plastic thingy-ma-jigs all over the place that
OhKay evrybody, lets hear it fer Dominion Day. Oops, it aint called that anymore is it? OhKay then, lets hear it fer Canada Day. Now
Iknow how folks get all outta twist hearin’ Brutish Columbyans brag on how they got trees and flours bloomin’ like Billy B. Dammed whilst the
I gotta get this here off my chest, OKay Darroll? There was a bit of a fib in my last letter. Not that big a
So like I was sayin’ it looks like Unkle Walt mite of started goin’ a bit soft in the head of late. Most fellers Walts
Got yer note sayin’ you was’nt sure what my last letter was on about when I menshuned the party line fones. If yer thinkin’ it
The world’s biggest brainiac’s latest bombshell has got me thinking. Professor Stephen Hawking certainly piqued the interest of all tin-foil hat wearers across the globe
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D’you ever get the feelin’ the more the world goes foreword the farther back it gets? Near as I can tell from the news of
It’s early. I’m walking across the Riverdale Bridge in Whitehorse, just about three hours shy of the ten-minute morning rush hour. 5:30 in the am.
Has my gast ever been flabbered! Trolling through Randy Quaid’s IMDB (Internet Movie Database) listing, I was shocked to discover that someone already had the
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My golly goodness Ed, I hope I can make it to the end of this here letter in one peace. Truth is my nerves is
I like to think I’m a gentler, kinder sort of atheist. In my two years out of the territory, I took a lot of time
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I mite of messed up the sendin’ of my last letter, so if you did’nt get it, dont bother to read it. Y’see I was
My name is Anthony, and I love meat. This past holiday season I was granted a Christmas miracle: a miracle of the meaty kind. Some
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Before I seem like more of a curmudgeon than I actually am, allow me to state right off the bat: I’m not against New Year’s
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You usually have two choices with your past: you can let it either haunt or inform you. Certainly one choice is likely healthier, perhaps nobler
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I aint too sure whats goin’ on, but fer some reason the past few weeks I been startin’ to feel a fair bit older than
I aint herd if yer still traypsin’ around whilst some one else does all yer dirty work. If you made it back to yer job
Darroll, theres a roomer goin’ round that some womman is camped out fer a few weeks in yer big stuffy Mister Ed chair. The same
Dont know how you been spendin’ yer weekends, Darrol. If I did I wud’nt say. I had a diffrent one from normal this past long
If yer like most folks Darrol, you probly spent the past while or two glued to yer TV waitin’ to see how much hardwear gets
The Olympicks finely got under way with all the hoop-law and hullaballoons, and Evas been vibratin’ like a joy buzzer fer days. This past Sunday
“I think we should take a break.” When slapped together, those can be the most dreaded words in the English language. And so, it was
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Well, talk about putting the civil back into civil disobedience. Most of you have probably heard the recent hoopla out of Parliament Hill. During the
What Per Cent Civility? Read More »
Once again the internets were all abuzz last month about the rise of “Fox News North”. My Facebook feed was riddled with urgent cries to
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Everything tastes better at Pete and Mary’s. Beets have bite, tomatoes ooze with tart juice, and the chocolate cake is moist and thick with flavour.
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By the time you read this, The Rapture might have just happened. It was floating around the internets recently – a fundamentalist Christian group in
Greetings, Fellow Sinners! Read More »
I’m starting to think the doomsayers are right – perhaps the end is nigh. A chance flicking around the tube this past weekend landed me
The year is 1985. A young Anthony sits crossed-legged in front of the television. The flickering images flashing across his eyes barely register in his
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Discover the quirks of winter in Dawson City, including snow loads that can surprise car owners every season.
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Sewing My auntie makes extra bucks when she sews mukluks. When she sews beaver mitts Auntie never calls it quits. She makes tea in dippers
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After the recent closing of the Whitehorse Public library, I found myself experiencing a surprising loss and rebirth. The move from its original home to