Remember the pot-bellied pig craze? Back in the ‘90s, a lot of people started keeping them as pets — adorable little miniature pigs. Designer pigs, really.
Steve Burgess is an accomplished freelance writer who lives in Vancouver. He is a two-time winner of Canadian National Magazine Awards and his book Who Killed Mom? made the 'Best of 2011' lists of both the Toronto Star and Globe and Mail newspapers.
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When I was just a toddler, our family moved to Regina. It was 1960. The kid who lived across the street would eventually become my brother’s best friend. But the first time the two boys met, they got into a fight. “Hi,” the neighbour boy introduced himself. “I’m Rick Howe.”
How did Bill Clinton become president of the United States? The 1992 election may have been decided four years earlier in 1988, when George Herbert Walker Bush was elected president. Among Bush’s most popular campaign lines: “Read my lips — no new taxes.”
For political parties, raising money is always a priority. There are different ways to do it. We’re familiar with the BC Liberal Party approach — $10,000-a- plate dinners with Premier Christy Clark, exclusive access to our provincial leader for the well-heeled.
What a pushy week we had. It started with the Toronto Blue Jays and the Texas Rangers brawling and Rangers second baseman Rougned Odor punching Jays fielder Jose Bautista in the face.
Do you have a chronic toothache? Suffering from persistent arthritic pain, an infected hangnail, or pink eye? I have just the remedy. It’s the upcoming web-based series Vancouver Million Dollar Agent, aka Gold Broker. It won’t cure your afflictions but you’ll probably forget about them for awhile.
Armageddon — it’s not something you see every day. But Fort McMurray got one — an apocalyptic firestorm that incinerated large sections of the city and clogged the highways with frightened residents leaving their settled and comfortable lives behind.
My friends, a terrible injustice has been committed. A recent ruling by the Human Rights Tribunal of Ontario has put all of our rights in jeopardy.
Poor Vancouver has been taking a kicking of late. There’s is justifiable groaning about the cost of housing. That large, blue, local tabloid recently printed an essay from a young woman who said she is leaving town for the boonies and good riddance.
The New York Times ran a story last week titled Chinese Scions’ Song: My Daddy’s Rich and My Lamborghini’s Good-Looking, all about super-rich Chinese kids in the faraway city of Vancouver, British Columbia.
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My niece Emily Burgess is a remarkably talented guitarist. (And it isn’t just me or her dad who say so.) You really ought to hear her. These days, she plays with The Weber Brothers, but last time she was in Vancouver she was still with her old band the 24th Street Wailers.
Farewell, Rob Ford.
Vancouver is expensive — but it’s not $15 pre-packaged tuna sandwich expensive.
Paul McCartney is coming to Rogers Arena April 19-20. Not to be morbid — Sir Paul appears to be in excellent health — but there may be an added urgency to the rush for tickets this time around. The world of rock music is feeling its mortality this year. Musical legends who inspired a generation are dropping fast.
They say there’s no cheap real estate remaining in Vancouver. Not true. Just buy a seat at a Canucks game. These days, Rogers Arena offers the most reasonable accommodations in town. There have been reports of tickets selling as low as $13.
Our favourite time of year is back — it’s Gloat Season.
February is a blah month, according to some — some fools. In fact, this month is an endless calendar parade of fun and festivity. Consider: Thursday is National Chili Day.
The Jian Ghomeshi trial is now awaiting the judge’s decision. It’s often said there are no winners in a sexual assault trial, but this one may be different. Whatever the judge decides, the trial has been a showcase for Toronto defence attorney Marie Henein.
Happy Chinese New Year! On Monday we officially entered the Year of the Monkey. It’s an upgrade from 2015, which was either the Year of the Goat or Year of the Sheep depending on who you asked. So, blindly following or getting blamed for stuff — take your pick.