Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell "You got any records yer gonna sell?" It was late in the morning, Saturday morning.

By G.D. Maxwell In honour of Thanksgiving: Canadian Style, here’s a riddle. How do you keep a turkey in suspense? I’ll get to the answer sooner or later. Having grown up south of the border, Canadian Thanksgiving inevitably sneaks up on me.

By G.D. Maxwell It’s the housing, stupid! One step forward; two steps back. One step forward; two steps back. That’s the way we do the Whistler Housing Waltz.

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By G.D. Maxwell There are three routes up Pecos Baldy.

By G.D. Maxwell During the heat of summer – you remember summer don’t you – the newscasters announced the number of new fires started each day by lightning and lunkheads in British Columbia.

By G.D. Maxwell Wow! Gold in Hand Wringing. Gold in Self-Flagellation. Gold, Silver and Bronze in Second Guessing. Nowhere near the podium in Self-Esteem. Canada, you’re a powerhouse at the Angst Olympics. You rock, babe.

By G.D. Maxwell Summer, especially the height of summer, is a particularly difficult time of year to focus your mind to any one task at hand.

By G.D. Maxwell "In Canada, we don't kick people when they're down." No we don’t. It’s one of the those things that makes us special.