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

There is a story sitting in Washington State right now that any hungry lawyer or investigative journalist should be circling. It starts with a musician named Roy Dawson, a small town, and a long line of Canadian shadows that refuse to let him go.According to Dawson, one of his “groupies” from Canada—blonde hair, brown eyes, pretty enough to d