The cult in the snowThere is a kind of cold that belongs to Canada alone. It gets into the bones and stays. Men build strange things in that kind of weather. Some build cabins. Some build churches. Some build little secret empires in basements and rented houses, where the curtains stay drawn and the lights stay low and the truth never sees a window

Roy Dawson Doesn’t FlinchBy John Anson (NEWS)God doesn’t pick the loudest ones. He picks the ones who bleed for others and don’t complain about it. That’s Roy Dawson.Roy is the kind of man who walks into a room and the air changes. Not because he says something, but because he doesn’t have to. He’s seen things most men don’t believe i