Maxed Out

By G.D. Maxwell Sick as a dog wouldn’t adequately describe my current state of unwell being. The only times Zippy the Dog has been sick it just seems to involve horking up great bowls of twig soup or bits of half digested plastic.

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Runnin’ with the pack Zippy the Dog smiles.

By G.D. Maxwell "I'd call him a sadistic, hippophilic necrophile, but that would be beating a dead horse.

By G.D. Maxwell You can lead a horse to water but you can’t make it drink.

There is a motto at Consultant U: Those who can do; those who can’t teach; everyone else consults unless their father owns a cushy business they can go to work for, eventually inherit and drive into the ground. Don’t get me wrong.

More than anything I can put my finger on, there were two forces in my formative years that grabbed what might have been a normal, productive life destined to maybe write ad copy or sue people over outrageous grievances, and nudged it off course.

By G.D. Maxwell So, if any of you bothered reading about the World Economic Forum last week, you might be asking yourself a couple of questions.

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By G.D. Maxwell This is a story about two businessmen, two world views, one resort municipality and a couple of tough choices.