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Maureen Routledge is matter-of-fact about her groundbreaking career as the first Canadian woman to become a licensed aircraft engineer. She’s also a bit cryptic about her personal life.
June Raymond was so excited about becoming a senior that she snuck into the Golden Age Society under age. This spry woman was only 53.
Brenda Smith drank heavily between the ages of 13 and 19. Now 23, she's pretty but says her behaviour when drunk was not. "I was in government care since I was a baby."
A boy in a black hoodie with shoulders hunched shuffles his way towards me on a downtown street in Whitehorse. There’s a gash on his face now covered by a scab. We’re acquainted, so I ask, “What’s up with the road rash?”
Donald Gordon, nicknamed Ducky, tells me he wakes up in his car at 4 a.m. daily. He says that’s where he lives.
Garry Chaplin rocks my world. I’m unsure if he knows it. Garry is autistic. Or not. Experts couldn’t agree when he was diagnosed two decades ago. To me he’s an enigma.
Irma Scarff had a 35-year ride with heroin that took her to the mean streets of Canada's largest cities and to a cell in the notorious Kingston Penitentiary for women.
There's an aroma of shepherd's pie wafting from the Salvation Army kitchen as I enter the old building for my shift one morning last month. I chop veggies here.
Yukoners use their sagging detached garages to indulge their passions. In Old Town, Whitehorse that can be tinkering with trucks, building projects, and most often storing their treasures that can’t fit into the small houses.
Frederick Peacock once accepted a job where life expectancy was 45 minutes. He was a teenager, his buddy was doing it and it sounded like it would be fun.
My roommate's daughter was killed here in Whitehorse and the person who did it still walks free, never caught. Angel Carlick died just before her high school graduation in May 2007.
Whitehorse turned into Buenos Aires on Victoria Day long weekend. No, not the beach of Buenos Aires - the dump. Oh, excuse me, I should say the landfill.
When the Grace Community Church congregation begins their rollicking Sunday service across the street from me in Whitehorse's Old Town, I try not to pass judgement. But I fail. I judge by appearances.
I'm sitting in a tiny gingerbread-trim cottage in Whitehorse's Old Town. There's lace on the windows, Heidi-style wooden chairs and strong coffee on the stove. Cedar lines the sunlit breakfast nook.
In a back-alley apartment on the outside edge of Whitehorse's Old Town, Crystal Papequash's deepest wish came true two days before Christmas.
When Norm Holler walks past my home in Whitehorse's Old Town, I stand at the window and stare. He seems to float. I can't figure it out.
Council of Yukon First Nations Grand Chief Ruth Massie sits just two blocks from the Salvation Army soup kitchen where Nora Jim is lecturing me.
The report on the death of Robert Stone at the Whitehorse detox has been delayed. Stone was found dead while in the care of detox on May 2 of this year, just 26 hours after he had been released from the Whitehorse Correctional Centre.
Roxanne Livingstone News Correspondent The family of Robert Stone is filing a complaint with the Commission for Complaints Against the RCMP after finding heavy bruising and what they see as Taser-like marks on his head.
Alex Morrison is a little bit shaky, a little hesitant. At first I think it's because the Watson Lake Hotel is still in flames and he's the one who bought it, as general manager of the Liard Development Corporation.