Klondike Tony Returns
In the Yukon of Canada there are a few absolutes. First and foremost, the Gold Rush of 1896 put the obscure mining town of Dawson on the map. Prospectors from around the world converged on the Klondike River in search of gold nuggets that fateful summer. Secondly, the weather in winter is unbearably harsh in the Klondike Valley. As a wise old weather guru, Elliot Abrams, says of the climate in northern Canada, “it is a place where a man or woman must go prepared (for cold) or not go at all”.
Now let’s travel back to the days of my youth. Growing up in Philly, my dad would lull me to sleep with tales of a fictional character named Klondike Tony. KT was a burly man who trudged through raging blizzards and fierce winds to find his gold. At the saloon, KT kept his holster tied snugly around his waist and his trusty six-shooter in the waiting.
Now fast forward 20 years and my lust for harsh winter is in part a reflection of that “super” hero syndrome that Tim Irr suggested I have. You see, it is almost never too cold or snowy to suit my arctic cravings. In fact, it was in December of 1989 that I coined the persona “Klondike Tony” as I was sent out to report on a 10 below night in downtown Huntington.
That Siberian-like night, “bundled to the max” as I said on the air, Klondike Tony was reborn and to this day, I pull out his memory once or twice a winter.
So it is that thius Wednesday morning, I have stayed up all night to watch heavy snow squalls roam the region and I am hoping one of those squalls arrives in downtown Charleston as I report for our NewsChannel 3 Sunrise and Today shows.
I will be adding to this blog during the show as I rekindle the youthful enthusiasm of playing in the cold and snow on a winter day!