Carey Marshall
Issue: 2019-07-31, PHOTO: Pixabay
No blues for this bootlegger
One afternoon, in the mid-70s in Inuvik, I was looking for some oddball thing for my vehicle. I looked almost everywhere and then I decided to go see John, a local who owned one of the taxi companies. Read more
Issue: 2019-06-19, Asylumkid via Foter.com
Co-pilot for a day
One morning in the mid 1980s, a pilot named Fred came to my house. Since I had only met him on a few occasions at the coffee shop, I wondered why he had come to see me. Read more
Issue: 2019-02-20, PHOTO: Danny Macdonald
Remembering a friend
I was driving by the Whitehorse courthouse the other day and it made me remember a warm sunny day in 1985 in Inuvik. A customer came into my auto parts store to buy a gizmo he was looking for. I presumed he was just another dumb truck driver... Read more