The beginnings of a perfect U.S.-Canadian relationship
I knew I had officially “made it” in the Yukon when the Whitehorse Star cut up a photo of me and sprinkled pieces of my beard on the printed page for the “Name The Beard” contest during Sourdough Rendezvous.
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