Hidden below, the veins run deep and far.
Thane Burnett, QMI Agency
I can see the bartender tapping his watch.
The mother of all modern conspiracies is so impressive — stretches arms so wide — the embrace extends even to the graves of strangers.
Louise Petrella has never had a driver's licence -- but rarely, if ever, does she ask anyone to ferry her to appointments.
Against the odds, Shelley Lelievre knows what luck feels like.
Dear Prince William and Catherine, Duchess of Cambridge:
Locked securely inside you sits the most valuable and private data you'll ever know — your own biological blueprint.
I'm all for knowing myself better, because as a bit of an egotist — as most people are — in the end it's all about me.
His years were a symbol of defiance, national divisions and historic debate over when life begins and when its start could surgically become an end.
It's like veal.
Three weeks ago, I began our Retro Canada series. It was meant as a newspaper adventure — a writer crossing Canada while recreating a journey of 1963. To eat, sleep and be driven from town to country to city the way my own father would have travelled.
For decades now, Israeli immigrant Armand Cohen has had an eye for music. And a talent for saving and selling it back to us later.
Take a 45-year-old Ontario dad and weld on a hefty mustache, bolt down the ball cap and fuel with bologna sandwiches and smokes, and you would think you’ve created a solidly built Canadian trucker.
Canada has seen mill after mill close over time. But now — in what people here see as perhaps a return of the mills — this 60-year-old facility is cutting again.
If you want history come here to United Bakers Dairy Restaurant.
Warm air pushes past customers clogging the front door of Canada's most famous deli as the line into Schwartz's trails into frigid St. Laurent Blvd.
I'm searching for Rene Levesque's remains. I know his grave must be here in the Sillery district, but people point in conflicting directions. We now know the champion of a separated Quebec was a fractured figure, but his unrealized designs for Quebec left a mark on the province, even now.
It’s a full neighbourhood at the Knights Inn. At least it will be when a late-arriving MLA drives up to find his key where Norm Boudreau hid it for him.
More than 6,000 kilometers, jumping on buses, trains and grabbing rides with strangers when I can, I'll travel from my hometown of Halifax to Vancouver. Along the way, I'll be asking you and other Canadians to tell me about our best year.
To follow the spirit of a voyage across Canada in 1963 — by bus, car and train -- here are some of the ways I'll be travelling in the past as well as the small print that will keep me connected to you in 2013.