8 a.m. Nine people wait outside the Centre of Hope, on Franklin Avenue. It’s minus 23C. Some walked over from the Salvation Army, where they slept the night before. Others slept in apartment building lobbies or around cars. It’s referred to as “sleeping rough.” One man says that he slept in the snow, and he invites you to feel his hands. They’re warm.
Good Cop: Time for a municipal name change?
WhatÕs in a name? Apparently quite a bit if you ask the fine folks that attended the Community Image Summit at Keyano College.
Thing is, I agree with them. At most, the Regional Muncipality of Wood Buffalo should undergo a name change as soon as possible and at the least, itÕs something that should be seriously considered by the community.
Good Cop: Construction in Fort McMurray
We’ve all been there. It’s 6:37 a.m., and you’re headed down Confederation Way for another day at work. In most cities, this would be smooth sailing. A no-brainer. Done deal.
Fort McMurray isn’t a regular city, though. That’s right. It’s down to one lane because of construction, and if you haven’t spent much time in Eagle Ridge, you’re about to get to know it pretty well.
DURING THE CALIFORNIA GOLD RUSH, NOBODY BITCHED ABOUT NOT HAVING A GO-KART FACILITY NEARBY…
For the most part, everyone was just pretty stoked about the potential to strike it rich. Well, not everyone. In history books and in folklore, there are records of people losing their minds: either from the extreme temperature, the crippling homesickness, or the gamble gone bust.
An untapped business market, a high-paying job, a rich husband: we all came to Fort McMurray in a quest for our proverbial goldmine. Maybe you were born here. No matter - your parents came here for the same reasons.