Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell Winter’s come to Smilin’ Dog Manor. Like so many of British Columbia’s weather-related phenomena this year, it announced itself with a bang, a drunken, slobbering brute of a guest barging in unannounced and unexpected.

By G.D. Maxwell First fire, now flood. What next? Pestilence? Plague? Famine? Maybe locusts? I don’t know whether it’s time to get right with Jesus or just move to higher ground. But this clearly seems to be the season of reckoning.

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By G.D. Maxwell Regular readers of Pique often refer to Bob Barnett as the Voice of Reason.

By G.D. Maxwell Mr. Mike Vance c/o Muni Hall Whistler (we’re part of the Olympics too) B.C. Dear Mike: Heard you’re headed back to Whistler to breathe life into the limp body of Tiny Town’s sustainability plan. ‘Bout time.

by G.D. Maxwell One thing I’ve always prided myself on – yeah, I know, another deadly sin – is an easy ability to ‘fess up when I’m wrong.

By G.D. Maxwell The surgeon who reattached all the things that differentiate my finger from a salami threatened to void my warranty if I touched a keyboard this week.

By G.D. Maxwell At the risk of completely losing readership, here we go again... for the last time if that’s any consolation.

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By G.D. Maxwell For what it’s worth, greed is one of the seven deadly sins. And depending on how you define covetousness, it falls under the Commandment warning us about drooling over all those cool things our neighbours have.