The dreaded squeal of the alarm clock sounds at precisely seven a.m. I arise with sloth-like intensity, my brain struggling behind a curtain of sleepy eyes to comprehend the situation: it is Tuesday morning, “Fly Day,” time to go to work. I review my mental checklist and slowly pull myself together for the impending commute.
With plenty of great local ingredients to work with, homebrew culture is on the rise by Janna Graham By the time I meet my fellow revellers in the Wood Yard, it has been dark for hours and the shacks are puffing smoke. The captain had already sponged out the canoe and is now loading it
Edge: What is it about Yellowknife that pulls you back? Carthew: I think of Yellowknife as my home. I’m still a resident and have been for almost 20 years. I travel a lot, but Yellowknife is my grounding spot, it’s where I consider myself to come from. It’s where I was a teenager. One thing
verse by Anthony Foliot This morning when I woke up it was almost half past five. I saw the whiskers poking from my chin. I fired up my razor it was good to be alive. I buzzed my cheeks and did those whiskers in. I walked my faithful doggie to her spot down by the