Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell Samuel Gompers was a bear of a man. He was big and burly, with hands the size of hams, piercing dark eyes and a moustache that all but covered the lower half of his face.

Democracies are delicate things. A painful look on either side of the 49 th should give ample illustration to that point.

By G.D. Maxwell Okay, strike the set, pack up the moguls, blow kisses at all the instant locals heading back home to Ontario, Oz and detox. That’s a wrap.

By G.D. Maxwell A basic formula for comedy, as the Reverend J. Michael Varrin reminded the packed house at Millennium Place Sunday night, is Tragedy plus Time.

By G.D. Maxwell Three weeks ago, it looked as though the 10 th anniversary of the World Ski and Snowboard Festival was going to break new ground yet again.

By G.D. Maxwell Spring has sprung and winter is finally upon us… today.

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By G.D. Maxwell Okay seekers, the most important thing to remember is this: You came to Whistler on your Spring Break to have Fun! Sure, you may have thought you came to ski or board, but you’re confusing tactics with strategy.

By G.D. Maxwell I’m at a loss. Confused, saddened, outraged, impotent, and thoroughly, utterly pissed off. The parade’s movin’ at warp speed and I just don’t know which bandwagon to jump onto.

By G.D. Maxwell Now that my childhood – chronologically speaking – lies in a galaxy far, far away, I’ve pretty much given up on all the silly things I hoped I’d be and never became.